Monday, June 19, 2017

The Graduates

Here they stand with wandering eyes
 Trying to decide what to do with their lives

 Some will go to college
Some will stay home
Some will find a job
and 
Some will just roam 

Here they stand all in a line wandering how they can possibly Get through this night

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