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I Hate School Test
By Gary Wittmann
Copyright (c)March 13, 2007
All Rights Reserved
 
Johnny didn’t want too, Sally said, “Oh, no!”
The teacher march us down to the room and said, "Go.”
Our finger squealed and scribbled for at least an hour.
I know I didn’t have much human living power.
 
If I had one last bequest
I wish the guy who made these test
Would have to do the rest.
Because I simply have to protest
My fingers are a mess from taking these entire tests.
 
I am sure we did our very best.
Because it was the standardize test.
I really tried to stay so strong.
It went all to my head
Just in case I did them wrong,
I wrote my brother’s name instead.
 
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