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In this poem, I reflect on an old and very special schoolmate. |
| Did you like Patty Beck? The saddest words I've ever heard. In long lost days of adolescent ways she was my dream. An angel in burnt orange, a puffy grin, a shy boy's wink the things we made the other kids think. Did you like Patty Beck? Funny it seems, in lonely dreams of love unfilled, but never stilled, yes I did. |