Graduation Day
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Hearts pounding,
Palms sweating,
Stomachs turning,
Pomp and Circumstance fills
The air with the familiar tones and melodies
Of futures being brought to life
Right before our eyes.
Four years later,
That's 48 months
208 weeks
1,460 days
And we are marching our first
Clumsy steps into reality,
Accepting the scroll declaring
That our future is now present,
And this is it.
We made it.
To the graduating class of 2015,
To the bright futures ahead,
And to all endeavors that await us.
(n.p.)
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