musings on my exams

writing my finals
filling up papers aplenty
do think of the trees, please

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twenty-one pages of crap
pity the examiner
who has to read them

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worst thing to happen
you know all the answers and
awake from slumber

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the pain in your wrist
cannot really compare to
the pain in your brain

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sadistic three hours
exam experiences
can leave you quite scarred

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