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Melissa Maiste

Poetry By: Staplink

About a girl who goes way back

Submitted:Oct 12, 2011    Reads: 7    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

We used to hang a lot in fifth grade

And now we avoid each other like the plague

I sometimes see you in the halls

At passing periods and near locker stalls

Basketball is your game, you're so very athletic

While the rest of us dribble a ball and look very pathetic

Aside from that, you have the coolest father-teacher

And a hospitable mother

You went to Monroe

Where I used to go

And you now attend North

The place that's a killjoy of mirth

Keep dribbling the ball and scoring points

Don't break your joints

While racing toward the basket

That's it


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