Overcoming Stage Fright
Dear lord could it be,
here I am for all to see.
In front of the class paying my dues,
speaking aloud to all of you.
I was quite scared and oh so lost,
when my teacher said we'd be here with a cost.
He'd never done it but now he did,
"Read your essay aloud you foolish kid"
I arose from my seat with a small stumble,
but made my ground before I'd fumble.
I looked that man in the eye,
and without a skip I read "To Die"
An essay so deep it brought him to tears,
I aced that grade now lets have some beers!
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