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Staying After School
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Staying After School |
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John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas 
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Every time I see long legs, Blonde hair, and eyes of blue… My mind goes back to other times, When I was holding you. I know now that you loved me, I know I was a fool… I guess the things I’m going through’s Like staying after school. I recall when I was young- The troubles that I had… Miss Byrd would keep me after class, Because I had been bad, The laughter of my class-mates, Through the window I could hear… My lower lip would tremble, And I’d wipe away the tears. I’d have to go to summer school- Because of failing grades, I’d sit there in the classroom, While the others swam and played… I’ve found my problems are the same, Each time I break the rules- And now I suffer all alone, Like staying after school. How I miss your loving touch, The way you smiled at me. And all the places that we’d go, The things that we would see… I know the way I left you, dear- Was thoughtless, and so cruel… The pain which I’m enduring now’s Like staying after school. |
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since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
I can relate, 'slinger. They had my dunce cap bronzed after I graduated! This is good work. Being punished for making wrong decisions is bad....but sitting at the window looking out at what one's missing is so much worse. Thanks for the thinker. |
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