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Class of 2014


Can you believe it's really here?
It's October of our senior year.

Our class is closer, closer than ever.
Why can't this year just last forever?

As we send in our first college application,
We realize that soon, we'll be at graduation.

The times are passing oh so fast,

And before you know it, this will be our past


But for now, take it day by day

Because growing up is not far away


If we make each moment better than ever,

Then we will have no regrets whatsoever


The close relationship with our class was not foreseen,

But we are bigger, better, and stronger


The class of Two Thousand Fourteen

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