Franklin High School - Molecule Yearbook (Franklin, VT)

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6 A TYPICAL CHRISTMAS Slowly falling from the sky. Little diamonds slowly elide. Each small and silvery like a star, Palling, falling frem afar. All is quiet in this tiny town. As the snowflakes glide to the ground. The sky is gray and the moon is dim. As the children wait for a glimpse of him. They wait and wait, till they fall asleep. And in their dreams, the dives do creeo. They think of bikes and walking dolls. And Santa creeping through the halls, At six o'clock the children rise. They hope to find a big surprise. With gleaming eyes, they scamper down. And not a one has a frown. As they await,their parents rise; All may hear the loyful cries Of Susie, Mary, John, and Dick, After the visit of old St, Nick. Rita Myott '66 S’ P.

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MY MUSTANG I was cruising in my Mustang late one night When an X-K-E palled up on the right. He rolled down the window of his shiny new jag And he challenged me to a real old drag. I stepped on my Mustang the tires began to smoke; The guy in the jag thought it was a hang of a joke. My Mustang was cornering as fine as she could be. But the guy in the jag still laughed at me. So I floored my Mustang that late night; The guy in the jag. had a hang of a fright. Well I won that race by a quarter of a .mile And the rruy in the jag no longer does smile. The moral of my story is plain to see-1- Never lau h at a 'ustang, esoecially a GT. David Magnant ’66 « v WINTER IS HERE Winter is here I sadly fear; When the winds howl we have a fire to cheer. The snow piles high in drifts of white. While trees glisten in the soft moonlight. The animals gather to frolic and play. For they've been chased by hunt- ers all day. Allen Granger '66