High School Super-Cool
When we were
at High School
you were so young.
Always into fun
always into girls
with your premature
adolescent beard.
Now your worn so old.
You have no in-between.
I was always in-between.
Now your driving the mail van.
You were always the class clown.
While I am the studied apprentice
printing the eagerly sought word.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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