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Going, going, going, gone. Don’t look back, ever on.
Slip away daughters, nephews, nieces, sons
Not time to tarry, it’s your turn to run

Each have our place beneath firmament of bright stars
‘Tis great relay race that we run round the sun
Baton ever passed to succeeding generations

From past germ plasm sprung little boys and girls
Were nurtured with love then sent on their ways
You carry with you, our hopes, wishes and prayers

With change of seasons scatter on the winds
Fruits of our labors now great airborne seeds
Venture ever onward to perform lofty deeds

Going, going, going, gone. Don’t look back, ever on.
Slip away daughters, nephews, nieces, sons
Not time to tarry, it’s your turn to run

Fledglings for their own sake must be pushed from the nest
Look up to the heavens and know in your heart
That like so many before you it’s time to take part

Young gals and laddies of quick minds and gracious hearts
Fly through raging storms and arrive at safe port
How soon till it’s you who your children you exhort?

Circle of life, village of love, each dependent on those below and above
The fire in your eyes and laughter in your soul
Makes me feel certain you will achieve wondrous goals

Going, going, going, gone. Don’t look back, ever on.
Slip away daughters, nephews, nieces, sons
Not time to tarry, it’s your turn to run

Emmy Lane graduation

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