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Graduation Day


To: the senior class of 2018,

 

The time had come for all birds to leave the nest 

Everyone wished us the best 

As we set off to fly, 

we hoped we would soar 

and not hit the floor.

Our mothers and fathers urged us on,

promising we would be grand.

We flapped our wings

and jumped the nest. 

The moment of truth came. 

As everyone looked on in awe, 

waiting for us to reemerge.

Alas they watched us in the sky, 

triumphantly we soared.

                                                                                   

     Autumn Y.

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AutumnYoung355
<p>This is a poem for the entire senior class of 2018 and the seniors to come after us.&nbsp;</p>

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