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Time Goes By


I remember when I was a little girl

Light brown hair and a little curl,

My first day of school I took the bus

and not once did I even fuss.

Time goes by so fast

I wanted my school years to last,

Now I am in college at Worcester State

My second year of nursing that is my fate.

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