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College


I pack my bags, so much to take,
The college drive is mine to make.
The car pulls out, my heart beats fast,
Goodbye to high school, those days are past.

I see the campus, tall and grand,
A place where dreams will all expand.
No more waiting, it’s my time now,
I step inside and take a bow.

 

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