For You
They knock you up,
your class of twenty-seven.
They may-be a pain in the butt!
When we leave, you'll think its heaven!
Some you will dearly miss-
the quiet and the loud.
Most will leave you with bliss
and you'll be so proud!
We leave you- just before summer-
Dry those tears, you'll recover!
We hope to see you at prom
because after that- we're gone!
So we will say your sincerely-
and you will be missed dearly!
Copyright © Molly Pryor | Year Posted 2017
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