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Yo architects, it's been real fun,
From "Box It Up" to ARC 401.
We've toured the world and 'mastered crafts',
but still made time for Dollar Drafts.
We all saw Rachel stab herself,
and Kendall dressed up like an elf;
Ryan's bright-red blood did fall,
as did most during the last pub crawl.
We've haunted Christy with "ghost models"
Written Sergio papers-- more like novels.
"Team Green" has recycled,
And Peter Grey has bicycled.
We've heard Stephen singing proud,
Echoing through Alumni so loud.
It's sad to think we won't soon see
Him and Mal dance sexually.
We've made the most of our late nights,
with dangerous push-pin dart fights,
And all-too frequent runs to King,
from which coffee for J we did bring.
We built comfy lofts upon which we slept,
When all our sane-ness had long since left.
Microwaves, cots, and slippers we stowed,
knowing how far we were from beds and home.
We've built bird-blinds, bridges and towers,
terrariums, berlin walls--so many hours.
Chairs, lamps, shelves that evolve,
nothing is too difficult for us to solve.
A few of us lived in the 'hood,
Some have built stuff out of wood.
(But most of us are afraid of Ted--
We like to use basswood instead.)
We miss our many friends abroad--
(Toby's bald heads we did applaud.)
And the countries we ventured to,
hopefully we will go back to soon.
Though Ohio was our brief home,
Most of us can't wait to roam
Far from these corn fields and brick streets
To cities big or forests green.
Now that it's time to graduate,
we all fear our unknown fate.
No more studio dance parties,
Or exacto knife injuries.
No more trips to Bill's Art Store,
(Takin' our money and makin' us poor.)
On to grad school or real-life jobs,
Or back home, we're not snobs.
We've had our lows, our highs, and still
We're a close group with lots of skill.
I know it's sad to say goodbye,
good thing we've got facebook and skype.
Although we're leaving, we'll stay in touch
we love each other way too much.
The best of luck I wish us all--
Love and Honor to Alumni Hall!
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