'Time up drop your pens'
Children unite and drop their pants
Barels are emptied down
Oesophaguses in every town
Rubies are lost
At a heavy cost
In the roads they perish
Life's precious, it needs cherish
But, there are the good
Home preparing food
Boredom creeping under their skin
But still remaining clean
The race to look
For a job tops every book
Many are anxious
Waiting for their results
The end of the exam
The start and the end of life
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