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Ode to College Board


Four APs, one SAT,

How many more tests can there be?

I've studied hard, I filled the page

With bubbles of my name and age.

Now, when I close my eyes at night,

Those endless bubbles fill my sight.

Unless I stop this misery,

I fear my name will someday be

AP STUDENT #3922 092 1

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