Ever sit back and just think about nothing and then suddenly you’re back in the bleachers at High School? Like how did that come up?
CalvinKline jeans and Farrah Fawcett hair,
a hundred mile smile , accepted any where.
A whirl wind of dreams for things to come,
the ability to smooth talk anybody to get things done.
Still cute with baking powder covering her dress,
able to explain herself out of any mess.
Hell on the basketball court and a dynamite cheerleader too.
Sitting up her in the bleachers ,I am in a lovesick boy blue.
Never could muster the courage to say How I felt.
I still wonder what if …nope best left alone, far as I can tell.
Uncle Sam and some jungle waited on me…
neck deep in swamp…still think about those jeans!
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