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Ode to timed test
The scritch of pencils
As they fly 'cross the paper,
It nearly deafens me.
The lack of any other sound engulfs me.

The quiet preys upon my mind.
Suddenly I hear another sound.
A different sound.
War Drums!!

I run and run but can't escape.
They draw ever closer,
I become more and more frantic--
Like a crazed animal trying to escape.

Suddenly, the drums stop.
And from somewhere
Way off in the distance I hear one word--
"TIME!!"