When it is school reunion time,
Walk again the old school halls.
Memories, emotions, review it all.
The auditorium, stage, and curtain call.
Hopes and inspirations, rose to fall.
The library, it's books and detention time,
All a part of memory, yours and mine.
A teacher who installed more than the book,
Into relity, with the patience it took.
Walk the halls slowly, one more time.
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