Roses are Red, My Love A long, long time ago. On graduation day You handed me your book, I signed this
way: "Roses are red, my love. Violets are blue. Sugar is sweet, my love. But not as sweet
as you." Although those years will be past and time will move on I will always remember the words
to this song:

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Photo session at The Green Isle. My Debs graduation dance was held at The Green Isle Hotel in West Dublin. It was
a great night and all the graduates were so impressive. Ben spoke a few words as did Amy and afterwards they took the floor
for a dance. Best wishes to all my friends, classmates and staff at Scoil Mochua for the future.
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