Remembering high school days,
Parade of faces, nicknames;
Friends relating in unique ways,
Though inside we were much the same.
Brutal underclass scuffles and scrapes,
Harsh but neccesary crucible of lesson;
Glowing moments of glory or escape,
Punctuated with rude words of derision.
Finally yielding to better times,
More peaceful, placid experiences;
Confidence built, relationships mined,
Afternoon adventures enhancing existence.
Senior year brought more awareness,
Desire to improve health, self;
A few true friendships savored,
Then forevermore stowed on memory's shelf.
After graduation we scattered on time's winds,
Rarely, if ever, seeing each other again.
The true story of Cheryl Pierson Cuccio who made headlines in 1986 and her husband Rob Cuccio. Cheryl was abused sexually and physically and Rob died for 43 minutes on Cheryl's 43rd birthday.
(Richard M. Feldman) Ever since I was a young boy, the only thing I wanted to be was a cowboy. I wanted to own and work on a real ranch, with cattle and horses. Especially horses.
While I never became a cowboy, considering everything I have done
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