Next Thursday I will get a shock,
Counting down; that ticking clock,
Results for me, one re-sit please,
Let it worth my time and fees.
With sweaty palms and clammy skin,
And jumpers thick but feel so thin,
Shivering with anxious tears,
Hoping won't confirm my fears.
Thursday cannot come too quick,
A big red cross or big green tick,
Either way, my heart's a-race,
Of confidence there is no trace...
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