Del Mar Middle School - Metamorphosis Yearbook (Tiburon, CA)

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Will we be aliVe? Can we still survive? With the future drawing near, I really believe we have something to fear. With all the pollution in our air, canlt The Gorilla CA Tree Outside My Housel It stood outside my bedroamq Each night I watched it over the rim of the Cover. I made sure it didn't move-Or try t0 eScape. I think I was three on the-Nights of the Gorilla. I was always afraid Of its giant arms and oversized body But most of all it was the millions of fingers, The fingers that dangled and put me in a daze. I thought it would walk the'halls of the hOuSe Takinghmy family in its fingers and arms Then walk the tiny streets of our town, Killing everything until it satisfied itself. When I went.0n six, maybe seven, The gorilla rarely came out. I guess it just slowly died Until I got older! and its soul vaniShed from mine. Lee Jampolsky The Future Somebody-- Somebody care? 'Will we be alive? Can we still survive? As the flowers slowly wilt, We see the skyscrapers being built. The massive trees come crashing down With an awful sickening smashing sound. Now there is nothing left te be, And nothing left to see. Kathleen Daly and Linda Lyddon

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There once was a young man named Neil Who rode on a Ferris wheel. When half way around He looked at the ground And it cost him a four dollar meal. There once was a man from Hog Who had such a beautiful frog But his frog jumped in To a bottle of gin Now his frog is as dead as a log. Betsy Kirschbaum The Caramel Fudge Joe Osborn The Caramel Fudge I was trapped by a slide of sludge, It came from my sundae. It was caramel fudge. I was in the middle of a big, gooey mess, It would take 50 years to eat my way out, more or less. The fudge grew bigger. I started to sink. It was like a half melted ice skating rink. Oh fudge I cried, It's another slide! The fudge hardened. I'm underground. And in heaven my soul'roams around. Tom Becker There once was a young man from France Who collected a jar of ants. When he was asked why, He gave this reply, To put in my enemy's pants. Lorin Ripley American History Why such a mystery I puzzle the facts Of the Whites and the Blacks. Claire Norman

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Strange Shadows Shadows, - Seen with a fOur year old imagination, Haunted me. As I looked from my bedy I could see out the window. Trees held faces of horror, Making Chills run up my spine. At the end of my bed, A lamp cast a strange shadow onithe wall. It was a Vicious Wolf With saliva dripping From his mouth. I could sense the wolf scheming And thought he would pounce At any moment. I clutched my pillow with fright And let out a terrified scream. My parents awoke And tUrned the vicious wolf Back into a harmless lamp. I was saved! Eric Raney Is it darkness and loss of mind? Or is it heavenly and divine? Is it an insipid fiery hell, A place where evil demons dwell? Is it a transmigration of the soul? How does it feel to die? Does it happen fast or slow? I don't think anyone can know until it happens; Then there you are Dying Close or sometimes far. Do you go to heaven or hell? Hear the ring of a bell? HOW does it feel to die? Amy Richwagen Or is it existence without a goal? But now I ask you, What is death? Kirk Martini