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FORTY YEARS
FORTY YEARS
Time marched through our ranks
And herded us like cattle
Into a field where memories lay strewn
Like soldiers lost in a battle
We picked up each memory, dusted it off
Held it close, then laid it to rest
When we embraced our fellow classmates
We knew this "Reunion" was the best
A thought occurred ... this could be our last
Though no one said it aloud
As we turned to say goodbye
Misty eyes were seen in the crowd
