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High School Sadness Sans Shana Aubrey Harris - part one half

Subtitled: A Quiz Sic Hull Emotionally Test Ting Senior Event Valedictorian treads across makeshift platform i.e. most likely auditorium stage marked by pronounced hushed audience, who exude a collective sigh lent sage laden tour de force vis a vis inhaling, notating, and regaling gleeful yet pained page turned - closing a chapter of progeny prolific accomplishments, i honor Shana, who did engage * * * * * * * * her wholesome being i.e., she with her sunny delightful disposition and lightness of being buoyant feat (yeat as heavy of hearted butler) feted for 2017 Redmond i’ ching a bundle of mixed emotions sans Enrichment Academy graduates, by tests acing * * * * * * * * who attained milestone vis a vis earning laurels and plaudits from family members hook air high school diploma, and ready to launch bountiful daunting challenges, yet surely un clear about destiny, though place one foot before t'other each young gal and/or guy will exude flair to succeed, now bestirred by joy and sorrow upon grasping their papier ma shay – nah - High school diploma aware, a sound education sent each on their own future path veer ring this way and that, while pomp and circumstances issues forth by adroit musically talented underclass mates and seniors next school year. man, twitching emotional celebrate achievement denoted, evoked, and feted voiced loud and clear by keynote student speaker, who braves the tsunami of glomming audible suppressed tear but also underscored via well worn mortarboard, linkedin, kickstarter, Joyus Eye-to-eye grin freshly minted graduates wear * * * * * * * * the mood swept up via that well worn tune (composed by Sir Edward Elgar, his moon light Sonata - subtitled March Number 1) acknowledging June a per cheers, eliciting grownups immense Kleenex moistening overpowering quintessential immune eye zing, simmering ululating wrenching yowling as tassels get tossed, ripped and flipped in tandem with a boon * * * * * * * * dog gull (maybe in conjunction with a non twittering uber angry bird) to the left side of the caparisoned newly anointed future where flocking sounds of silence heard Dharma Bums, professionals and/or trades persons momentarily stung with sadness NOT ab surd to cry depart ting iz such sweet sorrows adieu to favorite classmates and teachers, whose supportive word just the perfect balm to ease academic despair, who voluntarily cosseted, ferried, and whispered magic.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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