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by Jen Nov 22, 2005 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
We are packing our bags and we are ready to leave we are the class of 2005 isn\'t that hard to believe hoping this year won\'t go by so fast wishing each and everyday would always last senior year won\'t seem like before coming as freshmens through vegas doors walking through our hallway, passing each crowd see the same students who are always loud now its time, its our last year the future lies ahead of us, that is something to fear i am sure we\'ll soon be ready to walk down the asiles walking down in two by two files you wait to be called by your first and last name you will have that moment of glory and fame as you go back to your seat you realize this this year was quick you just woke up one mourning and that was it your graduates now, with your class of friends you managed this four years of school till the end its over now you wish it was like before wanting to go back to stay with friends and more now you have to realize this future is what you get but LasVegas Highschool will be something you will never forget!