James Monroe High School - Valhalla Yearbook (North Hills, CA)

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People hate, People love. People rush, and people shove. People see. People taste. People make, and people waste. People do, People say, People charge, and people pay. People save, People deal, People borrow, Remember Moonlfghr reHecrs from rhe wafer into my eyes, A ripple from a fired breeze sounds, and only One llghr shines across the lalse. The sharp hoof of an owl dfsrracrs me from my rhoughrs. Llfrlng my head l can? remember whar l was rhlnlffng. A reardrop falh ro my Cheek, and suddenly, every Memory we had rogerher comes back. All the wallfs rhraugh rhe parls and all the lafe nlghr Tall-vs by rhe Ure, lf the memories can come back, why can'r you? and people steal. Llsa Hart People laugh, People cry, People live, and People die. d . on so do I Nathan Dorm . . . Future Burning rain on my skin, ls this the way that man will win? Dirty water in the stream. lt's all over it would seem. Dangerous fumes in the sky. Tell me all the reasons why? Dreaded bombs ready to go, The end is near, that l know. How can life go on this way? No hope, just fear everyday. Ceramic Circumstance Joseph M. Slepak Plastic suit, plastic face, Walking in the Human Race. Molded brain, molded thought. Only do as you are taught. Programmed action, programmed speech. Passing things you cannot reach. Such a crime, such a pity, Living in a plastic city. Joseph M. Slepak

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