Rock-a-bye, baby
In the treetop
When the wind blows
The cradle will rock
When the bough breaks
The cradle will fall
And down will come baby
Cradle and all . . .
Ten Hut SCHOOL BOY. No more SLACKEN! No more CRYEN! Get your SHIT in gear BOY. Programs to write, reports to write, mathematical pages to sleep, uhh, lull over. No caving in now SCHOOL BOY. Only a few short weeks to go. Fight off that BURN OUT boy.
It will soon be over.
IBS:
To quit is to admit defeat. Even in the face of adversity, move forward with conviction.
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