1987

So no news. But some haikus.

Has it really been Twenty years since we left here? Nineteen, actually.

Reunion During these days Sometimes I expect to see Me roaming around.

The Forgotten Sandwich I do not eat meat Peter Fathers Favorite Nonetheless haunts me.

On the Green One time Michael ran And suddenly went backwards I hit the rope too.

Mmm...Beer How did we get used To that smell of stale beer floor? Promise and boredom.

Clear Winter Night Launching snowballs at Cars on the road to West Leb A few hit. We ran.

The A Lot It was no bargain To get a spot in that lot A mile to the dorms.

The Nose I always touched it On the way to the HBs We are both still here.

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