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Our Final Test
Our final test will be graded
When our breath has dissipated
Life itself is our final test
Final grade when we’re laid to rest
Taking the test may make you snore
If you don’t care about the score
For the next one you’ll study more
Then it hits I’m dead on the floor
There’re no more chances to improve
That was the final my last move
What can I say when at the gate
Please let me have a later date
Your name is not here take a look
Only those saved are in the book
Copyright ©
Bill Baker
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