Palmer High School - Terror Trail Yearbook (Colorado Springs, CO)

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Many moons the Terrors prosper, Till as chieftains, they departing, Leave to all the younger warriors Each his seat beside the campfire. Now they turn to trails untrodden Turn to peaks to be surmounted.

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