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                               FORTY YEARS

                Time marched through our ranks
                And herded us like cattle
                Into a field where memories lay strewn
                Like soldiers lost in a battle

                We picked up each memory, dusted it off
                Held it close, then laid it to rest
                When we embraced our fellow classmates
                We knew this "Reunion" was the best

                 A thought occurred ... this could be our last
                 Though no one said it aloud
                 As we turned to say goodbye
                 Misty eyes were seen in the crowd