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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
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