Trimble Technical High School - Bulldog Yearbook (Fort Worth, TX)

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Like a ring with no beginning and a line that has no end, When a grain of sand upon the beach ' proposed a different trend, . Like the melodies of robins when the twilight's born anew, For the windmill is a symbol of everything that Was, Like a turning wheel within itself expresses what one does, It expresses life as time, and time as life reversed, For both are never ending as they span this universe. And the blossom of each orchid's gently kissed by morning's dew, Like the chiming of a silver bell proclaiming someone's promise or fate, And a twinkle on a starlit night helps one to speculate, Like the candle beckons gently 'neath a halo made of gold, When the thunder on a stormy night ' profoundly leads the cold, Like a dark and lonely figure on a half-deserted street, When it seeks a like companion that will make its life complete, 9 A W--5 9 Q 1 I I Xilil nr- f 'r 9 Z .0 0 'fo Q fo 0 0 10.0.9 QS lo 9 , 0 14 O O , 9, f.,.s.o 'Q I ,Q O 0 o 9 0 O Y, 1 , , . , if ll O lx , .., N 5,9 X 'pm i I' 'vmzfgt ,Sa 1 l il ' ' 9. 4. - o o 400. ox. 'Q I 'Q 5 4 Q o . . ,' 0 'Q 33, 4,1 4 'J- Q' W '1 'l:::2!:-':'-7-lEES::L::g- xxx' s','i ',',! me ELL 11 ffl, W, 1 1 ,,..-vs-- Nfl'- ' T J, u ,.--no 9-ng-....,. ,.vv iv Wganniu .