class of '65

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well i got a letter from a high school friend, who i never really know that well, he wrote me, and the mothball letter on a blue and white sweater, from the class of '65 got me planning, planning, standing in a room full of faces, i knew them all, but i could not place the names with the faces, now converstaion makes me nervous, i just smile and nod along, when it comes to telling stories, i could go on and on, i went downstars to straighten my tie, laid on a table i chance to pass by were some stories, on some notebook paper from some high school friends, and they all had tales to tell, and they all sent pictures of their families, and the stories read so well, i just stood there and pretended i had something in my eye, and the tears fell on the letters, i had to, sorry we missed ya, maybe next time, tell everyone i said hi, hi, from the class of '65, hi, from the class of '65, hi