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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Reunion, Reunion I have to go To meet those friends I used to know. And talk about the days gone by When we were young with spirits high. But, all I found was a money speech Asking for me to reach deeply Into my pocket for Dollars, or Pounds. The amount they wanted had no bounds. With speeches long and thirst so strong The glass was dry, when toasts came along. With glasses raised and wine no more We sucked the vapour to its core. While standing listening with a wandering mind I looked once more to find a friend There she stood with long blonde hair I could not help but stop and stare. A figure slim, and breasts that call Enough to make me crawl a wall. She turned, our eyes met My heart soared like a fighter jet. I turned away to catch my breath My lungs had stopped, I was near death. When I looked back, she was gone Where she’d been, there was no one I scurried dazed without much grace My soul now captured in a nostalgic chase. Her name. Her name. I must find her name I was now a player in the courting game Quickly reading the guest list I came across the girl I’d missed. Then paging through my memory’s blur I thought of how I had remembered her. Thin scraggly hair, a pimply wimp With glasses horned, she looked a shrimp. A pathetic picture, I now recall The lonely wallflower of the Rag Ball Why in my youth was it hard to know An ugly duckling into a swan might grow? Or a creepy caterpillar worm Into a butterfly would turn? Why did I treat her so mean? Why had I not seen her beauty? I must apologise and admit my shame For my role played in youth’s cruel game! I’ll tell her now I am glad we met She taught me lessons I won’t forget. I’ll tell her that never again Will I say a word that brings pain. I’ll always make low spirits raise With words of hope and heartfelt praise. Some days later we finally met Just as she was boarding her private jet. As her handsome companion opened the door, She told me sweetly “You are such a bore”
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