I and friends plan to study all night,
At eleven we start with quiet a row,
At twelve we know we can study no more,
At one o’clock we listen to songs,
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This little poet makes worthful vision the great church bell brings us back to life. Mistaking it a nightmare, we scream Together, sitting totally upright in wonder. Within a few minutes our energy is finished And the heavy eyelids force us to drift away,
Naughty, naughty you! But the poem is a masterpiece! This great work of art makes you the best among the best.Congratulations.
I cant study at night too..! Anyways the poem is really good and truthful! ! =) Aditi