Weymouth South High School - South Yearbook (Weymouth, MA)

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a tear took hold and washed all our faces until we were young angels again alan follett we wander through the carnival searching for our ride we ' ve strolled from end to end in final desperation we ask a man directions the man answered quietly, the tunnel you say? ' why the tunnel is long gone. no one used it. but wh o needs it there are better rides. aren ' t there? valerie hogan ultimate switch if i were you and you were me, then, we, to each other would be drawn by curiosity to see me as you and you as me . . . karen nilsen it descends like the north wind, it is soft like white angora, it is harsh like biting cold, it is happy like children ' s laughter, it is sad like a helpless orphan, it is wonderful and awful, it lies within us all, it is needed by every living creature, love. doreen di tullio a notice . . . dear friend, we have come quite a ways and though we change and split our paths we did have great times which probably will fade as so does old snow on a young spring day . . . i see those events, as a speck comes to my eye, as a child sees his aunt, before she dies. i ' ll take all those memories, and lock them all up, by putting them in my past, and there they ' ll remain shut . . . all those years, and the times we spent, but when you ' re young, you ' re much the same, but as age seeps in, you see things different . . . you ' re riding some dreams, which aren ' t so soft, you ' ll just have to learn by mistakes. i ' ve watched all this, and i ' ve tried to help, i ' ll just have to visit your wake. i can say no more, i have said enough . . . do your so-called thing. so goodbye old friend, i hope you learn, before you hear the angels sing . . . yours truly, a friend jonathan vickery the coaches words s k a t e skate, skate skate, skate skate, skate skate, skate ok, you can rest now thats a long enough rest skate, skate, skate, skate. Stephen wrye you don ' t have to go as far as Vietnam to view man ' s inhumanity to other men . . . john maclaren 12