The Test

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By Lunaria

The Test My night of play is over I am sitting here quite sober With pencil poised and ready And a hand that's not too steady The room is warm beyond reason The heat is not in season Sweat is dampening my clothes And dripping off my nose I wish this lesson was easy And my stomach wasn't so queasy I will endeavor to pass this test Promising to do my very best I think I have no recourse alas But to rely on the answers underlying my glass. Copyright © 2004 Lunaria (Lila May Guptill)

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