Fast Cars and Sorrow (In Loving Memory of Hunter D. Holt)

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I walked in that morning

Not knowing what to expect 

the classrooms were  quiet

accept for the crying with no regret 

I figured that class would be boring

then the tears came pouring

all because of Sunday morning  

the halls were lined with counselors

and even the teachers shed their tears

the students were wearing white

to remember the good times 

but never would they see a smile

a smile that shined so bright

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