G Ray Bodley High School - Fultonian Yearbook (Fulton, NY)

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jlley llffjlzo 06104 Moon flu' lffunjcl It grew . . . and moved, and lived and created, and loved and bore new ones of its kind. and she smiled. It grew . . . and became taller, and larger, and became intelligent and planted. and she smiled. It grew . . . and prospered, and invented, and rolled, and built with strength of body, and learned to sail up on the sea. and she smiled. It grew . . . and built things to help build, and argued among themselves for what they had made, and labored for. and she still smiled. It grew . . . and made things for protection from those it fought, and built walls to keep it's belongings safe and she did not frown . . . and it grew and killed those it loved and those it bore to carry on, and built taller and greater walls, and larger things of protection, to kill more of its kind. and she still did not frown. and it grew and divided the planted field for selfishness, and divided its self by different ways of life, one here, one there, and the one on one side hated the one on the other. and even fought to divide what was the same. but she did not cry. and it still grew and fought for field and forest, and when it left, it left nothing. It flocked in groups and killed to protect the weaker that it itself was destroying, and the sky grew dark within the day, and the sea on which it had sailed grew dark also, into black sickness, and it still did not stop. and she cried. and it still grew higher and larger and destroyed past forlfuture, and reached for more land and deserted and left nothing, and turned grass ,to stone and field to the sky and destroyed thousands with a glance. and she cried. and it did not grow and through the darkness it began to fall dead upon its possessions it had cherished, and another took them and it also fell to the ground, that was dead, no longer alive like the things it had created. 4 her tears stopped. and it died ' and the field covered the stone, and the walls tumbled to the ground, and the divisions were no longer, for those who had made them were no longer. and the sky shone blue again. and the sea washed the shore gleaming white, and gulls sang in the sunny sky. and fish swam in the water and jumped on thewaves. and the field grew tall and the forest thick, and the creatures ran free and lived together without fear, and the walls were no more and the rain was good and clean to drink. and she laughed with happiness and she looked down upon the things that had been and were now and she knew that they were too intelligent to live happy, and not intelligent enough to live without deceit, for only man is destined to hate. and she was content. ' By Leanne Joice . Q xl M611

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An outstretched hand goes farther than a tightly clenched fist. Debbie Hamer To be at peace in your own mind, you must first be at peace with others. Debbie Hamer jke .xdcfreadea analfor .xdcfom Lights and illusions of many descriptions: dizzily dancing, swirling and twirling, blended together and packaged as one. Sideshows and deceptions all aboutg Fakes and frauds whirling throughoutg Painted faces and memorized actsg They travel together as one big pack. Put yourself in someone else's place, that's what they do: They rehearsed very hard just to entertain you. Friendship without self-interest is one of the rare and beautiful things of life. There are so many empty places in our hearts, that if we tried to fill them all, there would still be space. Debbie Hamer Laughter is noise to those who are deaf, childish to those who are blind, but it is music to those who feel. Debbie Hamer

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, 1 1, fmfvf-' ' 1' ' I , 1 ' I l Ni 3, x, k ,ex s 6 HJMIAQJ , y I am crazy. I'm insane, With my memories accept my pain, I am Santa, beard and all, I am'Egor. ten feet tall. I am Satan. your desires, Let your soul join with my fires Come with me, And face the world, And believe in the beauty, that everyone else won't try to see 3I1yITlOI'C. em oriea As time and I go along, I slowly sing my silent songg Of memories we left behind, Imbedded in our thought-filled minds. Memories of high school days, And of our careless, carefree ways. We worked, we laughed, we had our fun, While time was lost by everyone. The friends we gained, and friends we lost, Have melted our from our lives like frost. In our future lies our past, Our memories will always last. Peter Christie A smile is an expression of your inner-most self, trying to get out and say 'I love you'. ' Debbie Hamer Knowledge is the tool with which a sturdy future is built, and without tools we cannot build. Debbie Hamer 'T '11