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May Goodrell Jr. High
     so long ago,
many memories of you
and friends had I there.

Mr. Drake in 1957
you led me to love
history so well,
and stories you use to tell.

Mr. Bitter, Gym class
you taught, so when we
were nauthty, 20 laps around
the gym we'll take.

Oh Mr. Hedberg of English
you brought our way,
no chewing gum or talking in your class,
or out would come the paddle.

One day my friend Danny talked
and you told him to be quiet, Danny
said ok, never seen any one
shook so hard, as Danny was that day.

Of friends, there was
good ole Rudy, very
funny guy, always making
us laugh so.

Who could forget Butch and
Rick, bullies of May Goodrell
with them, there was no match,
rick lookd like a bulldog
and fought like one.

Rick had L-O-V-E, on one 
hand, H-A-T-E on other hand.
He could dish out both,
you didn't mess with him.

Butch was my biggest
nightmare, until one day
in class, my fist met his
face, away he went clear
to blackboard and
   on to the floor.

After that, Rick, Butch and me
were the best of friends
no more fights, all fun
and games.

Some things May Goodrell I
would just as well forget
and hide my shame.

1958 a black boy only one
there enrolled in school, every
one refused to have him there,
school walked out, princepal said
stay out, or come back in
we all went back.

This fine young lad broke school
track record that year, he
made our school proud once again.

May Goodrell miss the memories
of those wonderful days, remember
the cold winters of 2 mile
walk in 22 below of going to
school in the snow,
that I don't miss.

Goodbye May Goodrell,
so long, memories still have
of yesterday, when of youth
     I truly had.

wrote 1-25-07

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