James Madison High School - Prospectus Yearbook (San Diego, CA)

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I remember leaning against the walls in the empty halls of your house in my backwards T-shirt listening to that big old clock you loved watching your lone fish chase its shadow waiting while writing childish words to you poetry that didn't rhyme feelings I didn't know you would never read never knew wouldn't reach you in time I remember and all the while you lay in that white impersonal cage of pain not knowing I had saved nine more pennies for our collection I missed you for they never told me, they wouldn't, they couldn't say a word I remember though I was young then and those meaningless naiveties are lost I still weep for my only friend, and wisdom and love I remember and cherish all I remember of him and I'm still writing childish words to deaf ears feelings to a long gone wisdom and the clock still ticks in my mind, empty halls still haunt me and not 'tis I chasing my shadow, wishing it to stay behind me so I may forget, but I remember. Rachel Gauntz

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my own pot of gold i was always told that at the end of every rainbow was a pot of gold i have found that every experience i experience, everything i touch see think hear smell say taste learn or dream is in itself a tiny rainbow and each has its own pot of gold that enriches and fullfills my being. Mark Edwards Toni Odorico Creativity 97

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Creativity 99