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Here is a poem Anusia wrote to me about prom. I thought it was hilarious and had to be uploaded for all the world to see.

Untitled Ends come to coveted times, Our hearts are sorrowed as time flies by Lets allow ourselves one last hurrah For which to celebrate treasured memories. As each compass points down different paths We realize this is goodbye. But the coveted times, they don't end. The Times before us fill our hearts with joy And within this final hurrah Are memories to be made with friends Our paths may be diverged and scattered But that does not mean this is goodbye. Ahh screw it.

Isn't she fun?