Study Hall

March 16, 2016

my mind is seated waiting for lessons repeated;

open ears hear word of pop quiz for wiz kids;

testing in same boundaries astonishment at answers variance ;

daily dualities in order to find person asking more to find deepest perversions;

faceless peers sit near none are tested but me by faculties;

question and pry response always same reply with why;

I studied long and hard know the questions I'm sure;

all of many answers fit the bit that thought sought;

come back to me my fleeting mentality I hate what I read;

cheat sheets received a treat to me aids prudently;

they tell me the study takes time since I'm stuck in here it's fine;

the study helps me find my principles efforts far from miniscule ;

hope to ace my final as it is vital for chemistry within me;

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