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The Exam
It's silent.
Just the cogs turning,
They look so puzzled.
Why didn't they study?
Why did they mess around?
Why didn't they care?
They're disaffected.
They hate it all.
Why didn't teachers care?
Why did schools mistreat them?
Why should they really care?
It is silent.
One clearly tries,
Success is what he needs.
What has changed this year?
Why has he done so well?
Why now be...
Friday 19th May 2017 11:07 am
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