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Graduation


I finally got on the ride

I had to buckle my seat belt and let go

The man finally said:

“All Clear”

Then it started

 

We were on the road

Going up

We are getting higher and higher

We finally dropped and things are getting crazy

Screaming for help, for fun, and just because

 

The ride is slowing down

Everyone is calm now

We’ve come to realize it’s time to get off

It’s time to say our goodbyes

Now we can get on the next ride

 
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