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This Is The End


Graduation came too soon. It went right before my eyes. That's when I got really blue. I started to cry when I went back in time. I remember it was like yesterday. I was playing, laughing, and joking around. I heard the word GRADUATION and it flew across my mind. I came back in time when I t was the end. I thought the day will never end. But now it's too late. We're on a different track. No time to slow down. I have to get to class. I will remember you and you will remember me. Just count on that.
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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda
<p>Powerful expression! Please never stop expressing from the heart. Continue the journey of poetry.&nbsp;</p>

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