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Created on Dec 10, 2017

@author: Anna
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The morn is dawning bright and clear,
Whispers of the waking wind I hear;
The world lays still - is she unaware
Of the violent struggle to take place there?
Natures chorus remains unaroused and mute,
Not the mornings solemnity dare pollute.

The paths are quiet; the battleground still
Only does the flicker o the fountain whisper refill!
The suns rays, which stroke the unmarked ground,
Dance lonely with silence, where laughter once was found.
In a moment of euphoric joy, a leaf twirls to the grass - 
But its life seeps away when not a soul comes to pass.
Where the great wars to be fought, the halls clear and dark - 
A single light flickers as though faint in heart. 
The battle to come is anticipated by all - 
But oh, the thought to see many brave wariors fall!

O, what desperation invades the heart
When the laptop closes and true CompSci starts?
What brave soul will cease to tremble
At foreign concepts so completely fundamental?
Oh, how descends the most ardent of stress - 
When to the unblemshd paper their pencils press!
Alexa gone, Cortana out of sight - 
The unspeakable misery of such a plight!
But one constant companion, loyalty unquestioned
Has been stripped away - cruelest transgression!
Hearts of staunchest rock immovable,
Now tremble in dreadful fear irremovable;
As though all light had been drained away;
As though the sun had turned his face from day;
Devotion that spanned the semester - 
O, how they pined for the APT Tester! 

Pencils untarnished, the suns rays never abused
Nervously drawn, ready for use;
Courage twas poised at the edge of the door
Ready to flee, a traitor in this great war;
Its desertion bemoaned by their faces - 
White and drawn, they revealed not a trace
Of long hours spent oer practice exams
Slaying each function as they strove to cram
For iterations, while trues, and returns, 
Oh, how their hearts with passion burned!
Only their confidence to dissipate in whim
At the icy words, pull out your pens!
 
None could fathom the depths of despair
That filled hearts and contaminated the air - 
Hopes dashed and dreams crushed away
As potential CS majors sought the doorway.
Clear skies pregnant with rolling clouds - 
To become CS revolutionaries - they are endowed.

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