A "C" does not define me
it only serves to try me,
to gain attention of a higher grade.
It wittles and it tries me,
and often does it buy me
much added tension
to my stress filled day.
No, a "C" does not yet thrill me,
but hardly will it kill me,
therein is the element of pride . . .
for a "C' will just afford me,
a level of generality-
and therein -will I choose not to abide.
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