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Once he's home John passes his mother by the stove how was school? She asks him it was fine he replies what are you cooking then? Irish stew she replies O that's good John tells her and goes up to his room shuts the door his brother (much younger) has gone out John walks to the window and looks out Hebblewaite the neighbour is digging his garden John wonders about the girl Sheila he'd seen her just before he got on the school bus waiting there by the gates of the school hands in her school jacket her two eyes excited to see him they had talked quite quickly words exchanged almost kissed but too shy must go now he had said as the bus would soon leave she had waved blown a kiss so had he Hebblewaite seems to sweat wipes his brow John wonders what she wears underneath (Rowland's fault suggesting during maths) he can't ask her that one or suggest that she tell lovely eyes and that smile he muses looking on as the man Hebblewaite wipes his nose John whispers Sheila's name to the room it sounds like a steam train starting up Hebblewaite continues to dig on John closes his two eyes thinks of her deep within her beauty in the flesh gently lies.
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Nov 11, 2016
Nov 11, 2016 at 4:00 AM UTC
THINKS OF SHEILA 1962.
Once he's home John passes his mother by the stove how was school? She asks him it was fine he replies what are you cooking then? Irish stew she replies O that's good John tells her and goes up to his room shuts the door his brother (much younger) has gone out John walks to the window and looks out Hebblewaite the neighbour is digging his garden John wonders about the girl Sheila he'd seen her just before he got on the school bus waiting there by the gates of the school hands in her school jacket her two eyes excited to see him they had talked quite quickly words exchanged almost kissed but too shy must go now he had said as the bus would soon leave she had waved blown a kiss so had he Hebblewaite seems to sweat wipes his brow John wonders what she wears underneath (Rowland's fault suggesting during maths) he can't ask her that one or suggest that she tell lovely eyes and that smile he muses looking on as the man Hebblewaite wipes his nose John whispers Sheila's name to the room it sounds like a steam train starting up Hebblewaite continues to dig on John closes his two eyes thinks of her deep within her beauty in the flesh gently lies.
A BOY MUSES ON A GIRL AT SCHOOL 1962
#girl#boy#school#1962
TerryCollett
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Nov 11, 2016
Nov 11, 2016 at 4:00 AM UTC
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