by Megan Manzano
715, what can I say?
We’re all so different, like shells on the bay.
We’ve been through a lot of stuff,
But in the end proved to be real tough.
All of us have many friends,
Who will hopefully stand by us until our end.
Never shall we worry much,
When we got each other‘s comforting touch.
In our class we’ve changed a lot,
From little schemes to very big plots.
Even after we say goodbye,
I hope we’ll be able to move on and never cry.
715, I’ll miss you so,
Even though we had our pain and woe.