She still remembers
Walking through shame and cold fear
Whoee, doll, come here
Should she not react,
Or turn, and face the whistlers
Walk a bit faster
That stretch of hallway
Where sly boys formed a gauntlet
Eager eyes taunted
Belles and Whistles
She still remembers
Walking through shame and cold fear
Whoee, doll, come here
Should she not react,
Or turn, and face the whistlers
Walk a bit faster
That stretch of hallway
Where sly boys formed a gauntlet
Eager eyes taunted
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
Doing the best I can with what I have
kind of sad, but not so bad with cheese. cheese not provided.
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Every day in high school. Just after lunch the boys would sit in the hallways daring the girls to walk between them.
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And this was totally acceptable! Ugh!
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You know, we never questioned it! It just seemed like their right!!! And I don’t think any of the faculty ever said a word about it.
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Lol…. Just thinking of the night I poured a pint over these guys who would not leave me and my pal alone in a bar. Two of them, two of us. ‘ So you can count? How clever.’ I mind saying.
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We got peace in that bar after that.
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Well played!
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Got my moments xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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