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Things Are Going to be Different Next Year (Lyric) by JanieDoe

She walked down the hall Of empty billboards and yellowing walls Silently observing Vacant locker doors ajar Swinging in the still air unmarred Cleaned out Sheets of schoolwork Floating like the gloating smirk Of the last word They have moved on Flew past twelfth grade, then gone Onto college

horus8 1-Aug-02/1:17 AM
okay..this once..only cuz twelve comes after eleven and cubed it equals quite alot. well i imagine more than a few. math never lies, but i doa




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