Class of Two Thousand Fourteen

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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