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I wrote this poem because of all my studying struggles.

Step one,

Handouts and textbooks,

How did I forget my handout from Tuesday?

Stay focused,

Move into the living room,

“Mom can you help me study?”

Five minutes until takeoff,

What do I study first?

Place the textbook on the desk,

“Ok Jack I’m ready.”

“First question.”

“Don’t tell me I know it!”

“Ok what is it?”

Tick Tock,

The clock is racing,

“How am I supposed toremember all of this?”

You can do this,

No I can’t,

“Ok we’ll finish studying tomorrow.”

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