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Chris Starnawki

Poetry By: Staplink
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About a classmate named Chris


Submitted:Oct 12, 2011    Reads: 11    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Met you in freshman year

And I will make it clear

That I thought you and your friends were fags

That served as a series of red flags

Then in sophomore year when I retook algebra

One with Mrs. What's Her Face (haha)

You were in that class too

And I thought 'crap what do I do?'

But I got to know you

And you seemed cool

Now here we are as seniors

And you are very distinguished among school peers

I had another math class with you third hour

Before I had to tweak my schedule because it was dire

But you still sit behind me in senior rhetoric

And you hate that class as much as I do I bet





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