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As graduation looms
I fear the worst
I fear loss, I fear to forget
For through the years latter
You were my stone on which I could count
The shoulder on which I knew I could pour
Out my heart and soul
Knowing you would never stray
You were a friend
You have now become more
People have come and gone
But you have remained
I’m not the easiest person to deal with
The best person to ask advice of
I try, I try to be the best friend
The un-related sister
I may stumble.
I slip every now and again
But know, as we increase distance
and decrease time
I will forever remember
My best friend
I will forever cherish the times spent
I will stand here as long as you need
You are more than a friend
More than an acquaintance through four years
You are my sister
Part of my family
I only hope I am a part of yours
This poem was written/submitted by Sara.
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When you remember the old times,
and you cry at nights…
When you miss your school days,
those laughs n those fights…
First thing that hits you in mind,
Is that you will turn back time…
Just live those moments again,
and everything will be fine…
but the next thought that hits you,
is that everything is a mess…
You just cant make it happen again,
and you feel so HELPLESS
This poem was written/submitted by Namit Hans.
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Today on June 11th of 2008,
Are you feeling good? Because Im feeling Great.
Words cannot explain how overjoyed I am,
No more books, or homework or knowledge to cram.
No need to cry or to be sad there is no need to worry,
Because in a few more months were back in school, so im not in a hurry.
These four years have gone by so fast,
but the memories and friends will forever last.
I’ll never forget the friends I’ve made,
as I exit the Eighth Grade.
So far eight years of education,
have prepared me for High School Situations.
As I exit middle school I’ll leave with no regrets,
Because the class of 2008 Is the best, So when I enter High School I will Be set,
and this Experience I wont forget.
Im ready for anything that comes my way,
If it wasn’t for my teachers I would not be who I am today.
So Thank you Mrs. Hall for keeping me on the ball, Standing tall,
Not letting me fall, and I appreciate it all.
This poem was written/submitted by Jasmine Diaz.
