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Twas the night before apps were due, when all through the land

Not a student was stirring, not even a painter

The applications were stacked by the chimney with care

In hopes that USPS soon would be there

The students were nestled, all snug in their beds

While visions of Yale danced in their heads

And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap

Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap

sigh... March feels a long way off.

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