Treasure Island

Jared Bradford

(5/4/92 / Michigan)

Memories


Middle school is coming and going
It will soon come to end
All those memories
All those friends
8th Grade Yearbooks were getting signed
And everyone
Was being so kind

Graduation Day is here
And as I looked upon my peers, I thought
High school is our last 4 years

After that, we'll be seperated
Some leave for college
Maybe never to be re-united

While we may not see each other
Or hang out like the old days
Those friends and memories
Will always stay

So let's enjoy these last few years
There our last together
With all our friends
I'll never forget
The class of 2010

Submitted: Friday, February 15, 2008

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