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The years passed through have altered the overall life style & outlook of yester Years school kids. However, the nostalgia on reminiscing those moments is Beyond expression of words.
Howsoever high you are in the ladders of success, one cannot escape one's Roots, those school days past flames, however sweet-n-sour, those lunch break games, Those hot class room gossips, those last bench pranks…. Our occasional Retreat to the roots resulted in the formation of an Association of ex-students of our Alma Mater as the Fellowship School Alumni.
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Our Friends are like Angels,
Who brighten our days.
In all kinds of wonderful,
Magical ways.
Their thoughtfulness comes,
As a gift from above.
And we feel we're surrounded,
By warm, caring love.
Like upside-down rainbows,
Their smiles bring the sun.
And they fill ho-hum moments,
With laughter and fun.
Friends are like Angels,
Without any wings.
Blessing our lives,
With the most precious things.
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