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May 2001

I came to Curry on a September afternoon,
Where it was lonely and quiet.
I start seeing people coming in,
But wait, wait and you will see Curry is packed.
I have fun, I study,
But where does Curry take me?

Years past,
Curry gave me last.
But I see out a window,
And see Curry’s future for me.

But yet the year is over,
People start to leave.
Summer is here,
The weather is nice.
And when September is here,
You are no longer a Freshmen to be.