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Senior Year


How it flew by 

I’ll never know

I woke up one day

And had no clue 

That one of these days I would soon be leaving 

And going to college, where I’d stay each evening 

But nevertheless I remember the days 

When I was an elementary, middle, and high school student 

And last but certainly not least, 

A college student! 


 

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