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.