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Graduation Vibes


Dear Class of 2018,

R. D. Wilson School is where it began.

I remember like it was yesterday—

Talking about princesses and Batman,

Looking forward to lunch with Mr. K. 

 

Going to Middle School was a big shift;

It was scary joining Hamlin and Lake. 

I made new friends but some started to drift,

Life was full of joy but also heartbreak. 

 

Freshman year was full of worry and fear,

As a sophomore I managed my time;

Junior year I realized the end was near,

Now being a senior feels quite sublime. 

 

Looking back, the past twelve years have gone fast. 

In caps and gowns, we all made it at last. 

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