Gail White


Why I Failed to Attend my High School Reunion
 
Because it would have gone like this:  Hello,
hello, hello.  (You never liked me, did you?
Where was this friendship 15 years ago?)
You're looking wonderful. I wouldn't kid you
 
About it - you look great. (You hefty  cat.)
And Jeffrey - are you married? Oh, you are!
Three kids? However did you manage that?
(For God's sake, someone point me to the bar.)
 
Me? I've just spent the summer in Tibet
Learning some basics from a Buddhist nun.
It's an experience I won't forget.
(As if you cared). More crab dip, anyone?
 
(And here's the Great Class Bore. You're still the same.)
Forgive me, I can't quite recall your name.
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issue one november 2006
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