Fool4nine Posted December 27, 2011 Posted December 27, 2011 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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