STRESSED

June 23, 2013

Stressed

I have no time to sleep,

I am in far too deep,

This is over my head,

Wish I were in bed,

For this short list

Is not the gist:

A paper, quiz and test,

There is no time to rest.

I go to school all day

And work away,

Then when I’m home,

I write a poem.

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