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Caroline Maria Florena


                                                              “Thanks” to all my wonderful
                                                             friends: Julie- burp, 70 Ace signs,
                                                            GA: Bridget- Mr. Buzz, New Girls
                                                             ritual; Marie- night swimming in
                                                              Newport, Wheeler farm: Agent
                                                              Teddy- Rehopeless rope swing,
                                                             Rocky Point Ace move; My little
                                                               Rudy Bootie- Green Lives;
                                                             Shippee’s Honeybox; Astrid and
                                                              the Danish Pastry; Slick Allie;
                                                             Spunk; Da Babe; Alice; Jacqui;
                                                             Chris Brodes; Dave; Sweet; Mrs.
                                                            Copans; G; Big Dave:  Iara- Kissing
                                                               Kevin’s truck; Soccer and
                                                                 Basketball Champs
                                                             Briar and Shadow- Florida pool,
                                                            Chatham, Rockport, Randy and his
                                                             ice wudder.  Imagine That. Crane’s
                                                            beach with Brad and Peggy, Closer
                                                                   than sisters.
                                                               Sara- P. Piouch  Povelouch
                                                             Pouyouch,  P-sistas for ever and
                                                                     ever.
                                                             Thanks to my whole family, crazy
                                                               Italians, Argentines and all.







                                 N ic e  suit C h ris.
 i G o o d b y e  ev e ry o n e ,  h a v e  fu n   n ex t y ear,  a n d   " to  b e ”  sen io rs h av e  a blast- Jessie,
                              B rad ,  P a m   a n d   D y lan .
                  “ If y o u  get c o n fu sed ,  listen to  th e  m u sic  p lay .”
                            —   F ra n k lin ’s T o w e r,  G .D .
  Po the crew in the corner:  “ S et y o u r g earsh ift  for th e  h igh  g ear o f y o u r soul, y o u ’ve
                    g ot to  ru n  like a n  a n te lo p e  o u t o f c o n tro l.”
                     A rm o d o :  “ Y o u   th a t w ay , a n d  w e th is.”
                                      O d e:
                             C a p ta in , o h   m y  C a p ta in
                    Y o u  are so clear, y o u  g u id e  us  in o u r w ay
                        O h  C a p ta in  w e v isit y o u  ev ery  d ay
               W ith o u t y o u r h u m b le  k in d n e ss, w e w ill suffer to d a y
                   I’m   sick o f M o ses  B ro w n ,  so  I’m   o n   m y  w ay
                 T o  a p lace w h e re   I  visit c a p ta in   five tim e s a d ay
              “ S H H H H !  B e v ew y,  v ew y  q u iet.  I’m   h u n tin ’ w ab b it!”
                                   —   E.  F u d d
                                K .G .B .  in effect.
  Death:  “  ‘C o m e  w ith   m e ’ little girl  o n  a m ag ic c arp et  rid e ”  L ittle, b lue,  d ifferent.
                                     sm u rfs.                                       Andrew McIntyre Frutchey
                 “ S o m e  say a g reat g o d  w ill c o m e  fro m  th e  skies,
               ta k e  o v e r e v e ry th in g  a n d  m a k e  e v e ry b o d y  fell  h ig h .”
                                 —   B o b   M a rley
  A n d  to  th o se left b e h in d   in th e   ruin.  T a k e  th e  to rch , g u id e th e  w ay  for th o se to
                follow , as y o u , y ou rself,  fo llo w ed   m e  a n d   m y  kin.
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