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...
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