Gawd, what is it with teenagers and bad poetry?<\/p>\n
I'm desperately trying to clean out my “desk”, which includes boxes of CRAP scattered throughout the house. So now I just ran across a folder from high school, that most likely came from my mom's stuff when she died. Oh yeah, I've still got a bunch of that<\/i> crap to go through too.<\/p>\n
Is there any cure for being a packrat?<\/p>\n
The last time I saw you Surrounded by family and friends, I was so proud of you I'm left behind, and I'll miss you. I was watching you today. Look at me, my friend. Look at me, my friend. Look at me, my friend. Look at me, my friend. You're gone now, and I A cold, still night The shimmering lake <\/center><\/p>\n Yeesh.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Gawd, what is it with teenagers and bad poetry? I'm desperately trying to clean out my “desk”, which includes boxes of CRAP scattered throughout the house. So now I just ran across a folder from high school, that most likely came from my mom's stuff when she died. Oh yeah, I've still got a bunch of that crap to go through too. Is there any cure for being a packrat? The last time I saw you You looked so proud Standing there, in your cap and gown. Surrounded by family and friends, You smiled at me, Then moved on. I was so proud of you Ready at last to face the world Going on to college and a career. I'm left behind, and I'll miss you. But next year, it will be me — Standing there, in my cap and gown. I was watching you today. The way you move, the way you speak. Your mannerisms, the way your eyes Crinkle up when you laugh. Look at me, my friend. Look at me, and smile at me With that special smile That makes me melt inside. Look at me, my friend. Look at me, and touch my hand With that special touch That makes me feel so shivery inside. Look at me, my friend. Look at me, and laugh with me With that special laugh That makes me feel so happy inside. Look at me, my friend. Look at me, and see how much I care. Look at me, and see how nothing else Matters to me When you come into the room. You're gone now, and I May never see you again. I feel so lonely, and so alone, Just thinking of you. A cold, still night The yearning cry of the wild goose Echoes through my soul. The shimmering lake Deep beneath a mountain stream Reflects the vastness of the heavens. Yeesh.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1046","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/robandjen.com\/jen\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1046","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/robandjen.com\/jen\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/robandjen.com\/jen\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/robandjen.com\/jen\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/robandjen.com\/jen\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1046"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/robandjen.com\/jen\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1046\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/robandjen.com\/jen\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1046"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/robandjen.com\/jen\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1046"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/robandjen.com\/jen\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1046"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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\nYou looked so proud
\nStanding there, in your cap and gown.<\/p>\n
\nYou smiled at me,
\nThen moved on.<\/p>\n
\nReady at last to face the world
\nGoing on to college and a career.<\/p>\n
\nBut next year, it will be me —
\nStanding there, in my cap and gown.<\/p>\n
\n
\nThe way you move, the way you speak.
\nYour mannerisms, the way your eyes
\nCrinkle up when you laugh.<\/p>\n
\nLook at me, and smile at me
\nWith that special smile
\nThat makes me melt inside.<\/p>\n
\nLook at me, and touch my hand
\nWith that special touch
\nThat makes me feel so shivery inside.<\/p>\n
\nLook at me, and laugh with me
\nWith that special laugh
\nThat makes me feel so happy inside.<\/p>\n
\nLook at me, and see how much I care.
\nLook at me, and see how nothing else
\nMatters to me
\nWhen you come into the room.<\/p>\n
\nMay never see you again.
\nI feel so lonely, and so alone,
\nJust thinking of you.<\/p>\n
\n
\nThe yearning cry of the wild goose
\nEchoes through my soul.<\/p>\n
\nDeep beneath a mountain stream
\nReflects the vastness of the heavens.<\/p>\n
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