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Junior High by Kathleen A Keena Sunday, September 03, 2006 Rated "PG" by the Author. Share Print Save Become a Fan
Junior High We'd meet at the corner of Legion Street and Custer Drive you might not have finished your toast. My day would depend on how painful it had been sleeping on those relentless curlers. You with your swan's neck tall body like a long glass, and me, a short and chubby girl with braces on buck teeth. Somehow we gave each other the courage to walk down Rood Avenue. For me, with bouncing slinkys springing from my head, rumpled coat, ill fitting dress, it was that walk that gave me identity.
Kathy A Keena

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Reviewed by Regis Auffray	9/4/2006

Sometimes it is the simplest of things that become the most significant. Thank you, Kathleen. Love and peace, Regis