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Summers coming soon,
Summers coming fast,
Its already June,
And we're having a blast.
Schools not out,
Finals are next week,
But I seriously doubt,
Any of us will freak.
The years have passed,
The years are gone,
They went by so fast,
And its time to move on.
Friends have come,
And friends have gone,
We all chew gum,
On and on.
We remember the good times,
For what they were,
I hate this rhyme,
And my memories are a blur.
French men we love,
Caterpillars and Squirrels too,
Its a hard shove,
Since they're not the men we once knew.
We got over it over time,
Maybe not lickety-split,
And their act should be a crime,
Since it hurt just a bit.
Right now we're best friends,
Eating our coconuts and bagels,
Friends till the end,
Over the cliff we may go.
New Years with my glasses,
Freshman year I'll never forget,
I'll especially remember all the masses,
And my debts to you in our bets.
We laughed too much,
And always gossiped,
A shoulder touch,
And a religious trip.
We have great memories,
Some better than others,
Remember the cookies,
And the call from my mother.
Now summer's here,
Let's have some fun,
Let's have some beer,
The school years done.
I love you guys.
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