In
the famous beautiful examination Hall
You
see some people with faces, dull
Staring
at their scripts like it should fall
With
their hands on their cheeks as if receiving call
Chewing
their pens till its glorious call
I've
seen others with their faces, bright
Those
that have spent wise, their Nights
With
their books, straining so tight
Like
the world's going to end tonight
Some
of your friends, they smile so hard
Though,
it depicts not whether they're good or sad
They
smile gorgeously, they do not write
And
this could tell of the heinous plight
When
the time is up, their faces turn dark
They
look so gloomy, they start to bark
As
if their script would be given back
And
I've also seen him with a long neck
As
he transports it to others' scripts to give a check
He
returns to feed his own script with ink
That
will be to him, a link
In
this same examination hall
I
noticed that I'm lost in opened amazement
Studying
others' action in a close call
While
i have filled my script with not a stipend
I
picked up my pen, then i commenced;
These
are just the plagues of a wonderful period
These
are examinations Catastrophes.
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