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flesh is but dust, but worth of soul Is 90ld!
'Tts not the dust we honor, but the brave
And noble spirits that It once did hold
So kneel we weepin9 at the 9rave,
As at the door throu9h which we hove passed,
To enter into mansions vast,
The heroes who have 9one to meet
A dearer destiny than dir9eful death.
The Johns' fomfly con9rotulates
the Senior Class of '97.
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