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May 2013
I remember,
I kissed her behind the bike shed
my head felt quite dizzy
fizzy
like lemonade
I prayed it would never end
that she would never send me away.

I remember,
as if it was yesterday
But I might as well try catching peals from a bell
memories  always sell you short.

But you know sometimes I get caught
in the drift
as if someone has lifted a lid on the past
that went by all too fast
and then,

I remember,
who I am
an older man with the gift of the gab
a bit more than I should have of flab
and too much time on my hands.

I remember,
she held hands with me
promised to be mine forever
that was never a promise that I'd make her keep.
In my sleep I can still see her face
with her eyes open wide
at the side of the gymnasium
behind the bike shed
she's still in my head
I don't want to forget so
I remember.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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