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Oct 2016
"Her days have flown by as quickly as the
birds that dive into the sea.
She looks at all the four corners of the earth, and
says. "No one is looking at me.
The High School Queen of so many years ago.
Students, they stared as the hallways lit up
with her glow.
She's alone.
The Glory Days sung by The Boss always brings
the tears to her Alaskan Husky blue eyes.
Holding on to her Prom Dress as her Granddaughter
walked by.
Once again a stare game into her life.
She smiled and walked to her Granddaughter
leaving her past behind.
Thinking of only one thing. The little
face that she approached, (whispering softly to herself.)
"It looks just like mine."
Alone only when she thinks of the past.
In the present with her Beautiful Granddaughter
sharing their future that she may someday
be the High Schools best."
Micahel De Tomasso
Written by
Micahel De Tomasso  Lewisville, Texas
(Lewisville, Texas)   
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   John Stevens, Ja and ---
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