Testing evening is the night before the tests
When daughter goes to bed before the early hour
And I relfect on old percentile scores
That couldn't be maintained through out my space
Realizing how foolish to have made of my days a race.
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I Like this Bill, short and pointedly important. I feel the same. 10 from doing it all over again. Tai