Sunday, June 3, 2012


New smells, new sights
I don't have my bearings
Where have I landed
That I don't understand
I realize suddenly
This new place is a mystery
To me and my friends
And we are all nervous
But as with any place
Positives and negatives
Are always present
So it is our job
To make the positives 
Greater than ever

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