A Pool of Three

Exams stress me out, and this is what I make of it.

I will chant

and finish by the deadline,

not to falter and not miss.

To handle well and

draw like a magnet.

To practice with multitude

and never retire.

To be always,

without sorrow,

for a new day begins tomorrow.  

To be swift like a boom,

and tangent soon.

I will chant,

and warble loudly,

above the clouds and pierce them proudly.

The End

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