A new world, it seems,
With each new day.
New classes, new teachers,
New teacher, new way.
And your work is new,
Though strikingly familiar,
Putting new use to your
Artistic distiller.
I know that you will succeed,
Out of talent, dedication, and need.
And in the end, new or not,
You will give it all you've got.
I'm proud of you for working hard
From dawn to dusk clocked on your time card.
And from dusk to dawn, sometimes you toil
Burning up that midnight oil.
Every day, new, not, or now,
You're ever proving you're "the cat's meow."
Monday, August 31, 2009
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