And they’re off…

Fly, graduate, fly

You raise ‘em, coach ‘em, prod ‘em and poke ‘em.

They crawl, fall and stand up tall.

Essays and auditions.

Heartbreak and elation.

And finally, finally…graduation.

Fly, my graduate, fly.



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