Jun 04, 2009 08:28
Our dear alma mater, to you we sing our praise
Your grey stone and mortar, give strength till our dying day
And like the petrel feet near the ocean, we'll fly through wind and rain
Oh Oglethorpe, you're here to remind us Nesscite Cedere.
Been singing this: All. Morning. Long.
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