Class Reunions
Class reunions miss me,
year after year they miss me,
missing me is an annual event.
He died,
I heard he died,
he was a jerk, and he died
That other guy died to
he made it big in a small town
then checked out
The few girls
that I made-out with, some died,
some now live in a neverland
of peaceful neglect,
except one,
I hear she writes about
our collage reunions
and how she misses me.
Now, in this age and time,
no one dislikes
or loves each other anymore,
except for me, I love them,
but do not miss them -
no not at all.
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