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Middle school is a time of yearning For what's ahead and what is left behind: Neither child nor adult, but burning Unrestrained with love and fear combined. Now that we must leave, we have the pleasure Of moving one step nearer who we are, Knowing that we lose the equal treasure, Bit by bit, of leaving dreams ajar. How lucky we have been this awkward moment, Shifting from the shade into the sun, To have this school as our communal parent, Guiding us as well as you have done! More than skills improved or knowledge gained Are intellects inspired and gifts unchained. Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
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