Moreno Valley High School - Valhalla Yearbook (Sunnymead, CA)

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TEDDY BEAR Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear What ' s wrong with you? You ' ve always been a friend And told me what to do. Now you just sit and look at me And never speak a word. You were mine when I was two I ' ve gone through everything with you You comforted me when I was down And told me little stories to help me sleep. Now that I ' m fifteen. You just stare into space. Could it be you never talked at all ? Could it have been the imagination of a little girl? Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear You ' ve served me well. Now I don ' t need you, I have some- one else. But I ' ll still take care of you And when I have a little girl You can be a friend to her. Thea Mabry LIFE ' S PUZZLE PLAY Like pieces of a puzzle that won ' t interlock Yet attracted to each other like the tick to the tock. Different personalities both clinging to our own But reaching for each other till one of us is down. Attempt to mold our puzzle pieces to fit comfortably side by side It doesn ' t work. We still can ' t fit not to say we haven ' t tried. Time ahead will call to us to go our separate ways. We promise to remember and meet in future days. The puzzle fits together In life ' s reality. Though we ' re not near each other Hand-in-hand we ' ll always be. Tina Cuff 168 Fine Arts Derrick Hull, pencil drawing. STUPIDITY People are stupid. You know, they really are. They ' ll buy a new house Or buy a new car, And believe what the salesman tells them is true. They ' ll go look for nothing ' Cuz of a fake Treasure map. Then be mad and upset When they find they ' ve been Had. People are stupid. You know, they really are. You never can change them. So enjoy your junked car. Maryellen Kiefer

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Iki I . it ' .. M. ri:iis lewis -- pastfl skftc h. , . ,T. . Ml ' ■ ' ' ' ■ -T-v- •4: , .w; :.v E»- . ' fir«. l ' THE BEGINNING OF NOTHING Susie Mick- Its not within my power any- more to say things one can understand I make no sense. Words colliding, phrases bent I give up, exit the world. It fades back And I ' m left witli words That even my mind doesn ' t be- lieve. But here, I ' ll try once more. This time it will be different I won ' t say it, I ' ll write it. It will be to the three most important people and, of course, my little escape that fooled me. I hope they see what Me and my little poem stand for cuz this time it won ' t be the same. Not witli my pen, my paper or even my name. . . Fine Arts 167 mk

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U vKj Richard Gifford—Bird WOULD THFRF BE SOMEONE THERE As the trees were whistling in the wind and as the sun pierced gently In the sky, I thought of love to come, of warm tender moments when silence prevailed and of life. Its wondrous beginning through kisses, embraces and moments of expressive love. And as I thought I wondered not only of love and life but of death and Its acceptance . Would there be someone there to hold me, to love me, to help me accept this; the remainina cycle of life. And as i uiougnt I glanced at you And you looked at me and smiled. And as I glanced I knew there would be someone there. Candy Wade Fine Arts 169 Linda Germ|fl .- P ' ' lrt ' ?