I know little about the weather,
But i suppose you put two and two together,
When I could have revised,
I was ill on my sides,
So now I am in class -
Unable to pass,
When my brain went dead -
I wrote this poem instead.
Please forgive the bad grade,
I was stuck in first aid,
When the exam comes by -
I shall not need to cry,
For then I'll do better -
And know more about the weather.
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