Mercer University in Atlanta - Phoenix Yearbook (Atlanta, GA)

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Of Love Love is at arms length, yet we live in a world that lacks those arms. Sandy Schwolgin l sit crying. Wondering why I love you so. Your blue eyes shine in my hopes. Your smile lingers in my memory. Your songs are in my heart. How then could l not love you so? Melissa Hall . Of Laughter Take a good look around. See if you can find a clown Standing there with a smiling face. All he owns in such a small case. A clown can have so much more, Just having someone to smile for. Melissa Hall The painted face of the Clown, A mask which hides the tears. His jovial expression, very colorful, Cloaks hungers, doubts and fears. The painted face of the Clown Masks the need for close felt love. His face is our face. His mask, that is ours, too. His need is closely felt by all, Its universality true. lt hides the truth which lies within The painted face of the Clown. S. David Boles l ,CX cl .. , s fi' Of The Seasons September died with little Fight or protest. Rain set in to replace Indian Summer. October, dressed in Josephs coat. Came cold and gray and wet. Love was left behind, and Memories of fall days Years before set in the filled The void. Sandy Schwolgin How soft is the snow that falls on thee. How white is the snow that surrounds me. How crisp is the light- hearted breeze. How cold is the mid- winter freeze. How harsh are the gusty torrents. How thankful are we for winter moments. Melissa Hall You are my happiness: My thoughts are filled by Your laughter and joys. You are my sunshine. Lighting my life with Your smiles. You are my dreamg Because with you My wishes are fulfilled. You are my Life: Loving you makes me A part of you. You are My Love: For without you. I could not be. Melissa Anne Hall