| My Berkeley Poem.
Seventeen more days
oh how I count the ways.
I will celebrate if I get in,
Is that such a sin?
If I don't get in,
I will surely cry.
But if I do,
I cannot lie,
I will cry as well.
But at least I will be
out of this hell
of waiting to know
of waitng to see
if Berkeley indeed
is in want of me!
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