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Remember me?
The story behind the poem
Ah...those long ago school days
when my only concerns were my teenage spots, my long hair (before
the onset of male pattern baldness), football and girls. The main
object of my pubescent desires back then was a lovely young thing
who sat in another class. I saw her mainly at morning assembly when
the whole school gathered, or at lunch time or in the playground.
She was largely indifferent to me (maybe the spots put her off) but
nonetheless she remained the focus of my affections throughout my
childhood days. Does she ever think about me?..... Alas I think not.
by Stephen Hirons Read the poem
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