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Henry

The Wildcats was the mascot, The elementary school just a couple of blocks away I would walk to school hand in hand with my mother, Waving goodbye as I disappeared through the gates. The playground was huge, Blacktop for miles and miles, The swing set was my favorite, Named it Henry, I would Talk to Henry in my head, He was always interested in what I had to say, Whatever classroom tidbit I had to offer. If someone cut their hand with a scissor, Or if that kid made that teacher go red in the face again. Henry would sit there, willingly, As I tried to touch the sky with my tip-toes.

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Date: 5/11/2021 11:57:00 AM
GEORGIA THIS IS SUCH A WILDCAT THING TO SAY HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO WONDER YOUR HUSBAND DIED HE JUST COULDN'T HANDLE HOW HILARIOUS U ARE - HAZEL
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