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we were awkward

in corduroy and flannel

slipping notes

in class, chewing gum

(the halls

were quiet

except) for the plastic girls

and their gossip

the jocks bragged

about lies, barely being able

to walk

because of muscles

i envied them,

but since

i’ve learned

to keep my nose

out of such ridiculous drama

which

happened 2 be [or not

to be]

my favorite class

& fondest memory

of

high school