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THIS TEST


I do not stare but glare,

This test should be for a mathematician,

One such as yourself,

So share some insight,

Bleed out the sea of numbers,

That rattle in your brain,

Spill them onto the board,

For who all wish to see,

I beg of you silence the noise,

So I can hear insight,

Enlighten me with knowledge,

Make it plain and clear,

My brain is wrecked,

I spend all the day with work and reviews,

That are filled with numbers,

Yet my test is of words,

If my test is of critically thinking,

Than do not neglect your duties,

Align my thoughts to think in this way,

Give me the training in what to say,

I was not born to fail,

But to succeed,

so hear my plea,

help prepare me for college please

 

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