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E.P.P.
(Every Presentation Possible)
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Trueman and Shakespere, two names filled with dread,

They kept us all going, when we were feeling half dead.

Preparing our talks, to present to the class,

Snowed under by paperwork, a mountainous mass.
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We worked, and we slaved, over projects at home,

Then we presented them, all on our own.

Five nights with no sleep, presentations to give,

By the end of the week, we were not sure we'd live.
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Stress built up constantly, as we waited our turn,

We all stood by listening, eager to learn,

For late in the week, came our own acid test,

Thirty minutes for each of us, to give it our best.
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Come Thursday, the lot of us, were just half awake,

But ready to go, presentations to make.

Then it was done, just one day to go,

All that was left, one twenty minute show.
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It's all over now, we now go our own way,

There is just one more thing, that we have to say.

Thank you, to Brent, aand Roger, you too,

Your presence and caring, got us all through.
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Our classmates we've known, for just a short time,

But we all have made friendships, right down the line.

I'm sure that right now, I speak for us all,

In spite of the work, we all had a ball!
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PC 664 T.J. Gowdyk 87-06-25 (43)