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Finals

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Leticheecopae

Published: Dec 19, 2007

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Finals

Walk right in,
Sit right down.
Take out your Pencil
And Look around.

Everyone sits
With pencils erected,
And wonder if its
Harder than expected.

Paper rustles
Pencils scratch.
Your head aches hard,
Does AB match?

Five minutes left
And almost free.
Fill in the bubbles
Hope to match the key.

Time is called,
A scribbling sound.
The teacher glares,
Then pencils go down.

Out side its bright,
Slide down a rail.
Freedom at last.
Hope I didn’t fail.

By: Leticheecopae

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Wrote this in five minutes in between studying because I was so stressed. It made me feel alot better. To all those about to take finals, or are waiting for results. This is for you.