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Oct 2018
We used to sit in the sun
on an old mattress behind the church house.
We talked about our families,
and about our Sunday school lessons.
Sometimes we told jokes our Sunday school teachers
would not have approved of.
But when our other friends found us,
I pretended that I never laughed at our jokes,
even though I had.
It's interesting how you sometimes have one or two especially vivid memories of characters from your childhood, isn't it?
Written by
Olive
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