The summer was glorious,
Romantic, and fun.
Staying out late,
I remember this one
Time we drove out
To the Lady of White.
We saw a Demon Cow,
That was more than a fright.
The circle is turning,
The time has come.
Now the days grow shorter,
And I start to run.
I must wake up early,
My freedom is strippen.
Math assignments, history tests
And papers to be written.
The work is hard,
The teachers’re scary.
Threats of failure,
Oh whips would be merry.
Sadly time controls me
And not vice-versa.
With all the stress coming up
I may get bulimia nervosa.
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