Exam II
The piece of paper sits on desk
Words shout out in tongues of jest
Your mind’s a blank, the pages turn
To test the topic yet to learn
In panic’s sweep you reach for pen
And write on instinct, time again
Pages rustle, the end so near
On hundred faces dead with fear
The piece of paper sits on desk
Words shout out in tongues of jest
Your mind’s a blank, the pages turn
To test the topic yet to learn
In panic’s sweep you reach for pen
And write on instinct, time again
Pages rustle, the end so near
On hundred faces dead with fear
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