To our lady Chipps' Seniors

by Shaina Ahenger   Nov 27, 2004


It is so hard to you go as the season comes to an
end,
We only have so many games together that we can
spend.
With many games won and happiness on each
player's face,
It makes me feel like I belong,
The right time, the right place.
Tonight the last game at seven on the dot.
For when its all over,
Playing with you is what I will miss a lot.
As the season comes to a victorious close and
playoffs oh so near,
A freshman who found herself fortunate to know you
well,
If for just one year.
I'm going to miss you three when a new season
begins its start,
It will not be the same as last year, for soon you
must depart.
I do not know you all that well for I can be shy,
If people feel I do not like you, well that would
be a lie.
Tonight it is my wish for this last game will be
the best,
And also I hope there is much joy
When we shut down the team Northwest!

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