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May 29
Time passed away peacefully in the night. Not with a bang. Nor a whimper. Certainly not a real sound of any kind--rather, with the slight hiss of a few inflated egos and some deflated expectations.

But, time is only a measurement and thus sound is somewhat meaningless to it.

Therefore, judge yourself not by the loud opinions of those that limit themselves to the whims of time; instead, judge solely by the sounds of laughter, love, and the tinkling of crystalline memories that surround you.

So,

As you embark on the journey of your lifetimes, please never forget that you are the master of your own march--across time or whatever else you choose to measure the success of your life by.

And, to all of you, thank you for a wonderful first year, and good luck!
This is a poem that my first year of students asked me to make (something about them graduating/being inspirational…?) anywhomst here it is!
Written by
Charlie Harman  23/M/Iowa USA
(23/M/Iowa USA)   
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