class of 2013
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Do you remember the first day back, in September,
When we first called ourselves seniors?
Watching and waiting,
Itching as the clock ticked.
This day seemed so far away,
But really it was quickly approaching.
In some ways we were journeymen on another mission
We were all apprentices searching for some new edition
Of our lives.
In some ways we were just chicks being pushed from a nest
