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by Laurenf7 May 15, 2009 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
Bell rings Exam starts Say a prayer Think about the marks. Pen to paper Question one I will be happy Once these are done Don't worry They tend to say But I still need the grades At the end of the day Could decide my future If I succeed well Time in not moving As I look toward the bell Still an hour left 10 questions to do I have written so much My hand has turned blue One minute to go The examiner calls As I close my page And leave the hall.