The Time's 9:09

And school's still running

It's Monday cold

And dismal morning

It's January, there's nothing bright

Only work and work and work all night

Examination time

Soon here, to bother us

In the New Year

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No games, no play, no time for break

Engulf knowledge in, as much as you can take

Till on exams, your head's so brimming

With facts that you forget all things

A failing grade, a sufferable mark

Turns thin white sheets black and dark

A piece of paper, a sheet of tin

Like a brand upon your skin