Tayana Osuna, arts and culture editor My mother likes to tell me I am just like her that is until I frighten her Because that
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Alexa Martin, online publishing coordinator This poem is dedicated to all of the graduates of 2023. When you think about your time at Augsburg, remember
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Tayana Osuna, arts and culture editor You Are soft I Am not You Remain calm I Do not You Hold your friends tight I Build
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Tayana Osuna, arts & culture editor Write her happy Write her nice Maybe give her a boyfriend, a husband even She should have kids, oh
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