By: Will (School of Mathematics)
Competition Year: 2014
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Woke up late again, wracked with stress
More focused on procrastination than tests
Lecturer warned four weeks in advance
Time has no patience no second chance

Out of ideas, faced with a blank page
Body is fragile, mind disengaged
Spent more time trawling for pencils and pens
Staring outside my window wondering when will it all end

Why couldn't I be born in ancient Greece
Pythagoras' work would be will in my reach
I could just stay in my room and persevere
But screw it, I'm off, it's time for a beer.
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