This is a poem 'bout Crazy Time.
For me it comes twice a year.
"What," you may ask, "is Crazy Time?"
The end of semester, my dear.
Papers half written
And hopelessly smitten
With visions of post-finals life.
Grades I'll be gettin
The books I'll be hittin
Dear God, let it more than suffice.
This is a poem 'bout Crazy Time.
The end, tantalizingly near.
Lord, help me get through this Crazy Time,
Gotta kick myself into gear!
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