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The Year 10 School Class
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sophie_taylor
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Wednesday, 23rd November 2005 @ 04:25:59 AM in AEST
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The Year 10 Homegroup
Wow! It’s already the end of 2005
So much has happened this year
We have laughed together, played together
We have even shed a tear.
There’s Laura, Kimberley, Tiffany
Also Kelly, Sophie and Deborah-sue
There’s Shaun, Bradley and Dan
Craig, Luke O, Abby and Ashlee too
There’s Dylan, Jason and Luke H
Samuel, Kayne, Jason F and Chris
God 2005 has been so tragic
We lost someone special, who we miss.
Our class was shattered after finding out
That we had lost Charmaine on April 8
She was a great Kingscote personality
She was everybody’s mate
So here we are, the class of year 10 A
Our last year in the secondary school
Next year we move on up to seniors
The last two years we rule
In 2006 we make our own choice
We will all be old enough to drive
We will choose our own personal subjects
Together we will survive
I will never forget 2005
The good times and the sad
As our wonderful class moves on
We will not forget the laughs we had
By Sophie Taylor
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2005-11-23 04:25:59] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: The Year 10 School Class
(User Rating: 1 ) by Sophie_Taylor on
Wednesday, 23rd November 2005 @ 05:54:46 PM AEST (User
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Please Comment On Poem!!
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Re: The Year 10 School Class
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Thursday, 24th November 2005 @ 02:55:34 AM AEST (User
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this is so very touching a beautiful nastalgic look at life and it's illusions that leaves us in
the unpredictable hands of destiny, a lovely peice of writting, touched my heart in a sad and longing way . . .
Ben |
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