Road to Success
I'm on my way,
I have twelve weeks.
I count the days,
Success I seek.
As time passes
I reminisce,
picking classes,
I enjoy this.
I must be strong.
To stand a chance,
This coming Fall
I must have grants.
I wont worry,
For I have time.
There's no hurry,
I should be fine.
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