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Nov 2013
I wore a smile on my face
my pulse began to really race
my knees trembled, my hands shook
I was petrified of that look
I tried to compose myself but the more I tried
The adrenaline that was pumping inside of me, I could not hide
His eyes bore down on me and I sensed his mood
I saw the gavel and I knew I was *******!

Brigitte
Written by
Brigitte Pace  Malta
(Malta)   
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