Purple, purple. White, white.
The class of twenty twelve will soon take flight.
Out of our classrooms and into the world.
We'll be on our own with much to explore.
But before we go we'd like to say special thanks and take a brief trip down memory lane.
Remember the days of 'pig tails' and scuffed knees or when we arrived in middle school how we all became drama queens?
We thought those days would never pass, but somehow we blinked and graduation has come all too fast.
A day we've rejoiced for now we dread because all these strange people you call our classmates have become our friends.
But now it's time to walk the field with our chins held high and our families near.
We'll cry for a while and remember the past,but years from now as we begin to look back...
we'll smile and say,
those were some of the best years we ever had.
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