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Graduation Day
We stood dressed like Romans of long ago
Our togas rustled in the wind
Echoing our mixed emotions on that day
As we lined outside the great hall.
When at last we heard the familiar strain
So we straightened our backs and walked
Conversations ceased as we filed in twos
Entered the hall and took our seats.
Thus everything ended on one special day
All our hardship, our toils, and tears
But as we each received that piece of scroll
We didn’t know what to make of it.
March 18, 2023
2nd Place
Graduation Day Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Craig Cornish
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Ryan Gayagay
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