I must
confess the stress did distress
It was an
overwhelming angst I couldn’t suppress
Trepidation
so bad it caused palpitations
Gnawing on
knuckles and exclamations
A pulsating
pressure that nearly drove me insane
The vexation
of not foreseeing ecstasy or pain
I was
fervently engrossed yet yearned for conclusion
With faith
and foreboding in frenetic fusion
But in the
end there had been no reason for my fretful unease
And the outcome
was one that didn’t displease
A surprising
result that none foresaw
A tough
encounter with a nil-nil draw
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