That sense of paranoia,
Shaking your hands with fear,
After the lecturer draws near,
Feeling the nerves, your eyes blear,
At that time you can't see clear,
You're afraid of differing one year.
She approaches and takes a peep,
Sees the phone as you're trying to beep,
You hear her saying zero is what you'll reap,
Thanks to your neighbor; he's a friend to...
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