Get Out Your Pencils

TestingOne two She is quietAerated by little white pillsWe all need to make it One last legA+ B+ C+ We’ll find our wayBlessed by scholarsDo you hear her now ScratchScratch She bubbles in her way thereThey want herYou’ll see This is only a testNo, this is a promise Little head perched on textbookShe is so tiredThey will want her Or this is all for nothing  Was it… all for nothing? 

 

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