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I Hear L-B Singing.

I hear my high-school singing, and such different carols I hear,

Those of emotions, whether they be strong or scared they echo and reach further than we think.

Our rivals singing their opinions out in the open air,

Our leaders sing valiently and touch in our hearts, strong promising to weak.

Through sports we are known, and through sports we reach out, the matured students should be the most kind.

The rookie, the newbie, they look to the top, they sing of their worries and wonders,

The veterans sing replies, fond memories, and yearn for the young to learn lessons from loves.

Still cliques sing alone and together, either shunning or mocking the outsiders.

Those 'outsiders' flock together and in unison sing tunes to them in scornful replies.

Then a bright, loud ring, that cuts off what we sing, makes us remember (later, treasure) the important times we shared forever.

poem by D.M.L. Catseye
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