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Susan Botts (Flowers--Class Of '75)
Oh class of nineteen hundred & seventy four,
Cheers to you all of whom I all just adore.
I told myself I would not reply,
To any of the posts, and I really did try.
You’re all so fun, I could not help myself,
To post and talk it’s just good for my health.
I try to be good and say nothing dirty,
But you egg me on and I say something not pretty.
Remembering Tom, Dick and Jane,
Have we totally and completely gone insane?
From childhood to adulthood like Barbie and ken
We need to catch up and see where you’ve been,
Raising the kids or dog or some other thing,
Grandkids and jobs and maybe a fling,
Fulfilling lives, spouses and the like,
Some of you peddle your asses upon a bike.
Some ride another, it's called a hog
I wonder - do any of us still jog?
Others served our country, or educate all,
From what I read, you are all having a ball.
The silent ones are reading our crazy words,
Why don’t they post, I am sure they’re not nerds.
At this age, just tell me how can you be shy,
Let it all hang out and type on the fly,
A response to the bloggers the age of the net,
Would you write something now and take on this bet.
I bet you are wishing the reunion was here,
So you can chit and chat and grab another beer.
So cheers to the class of 74, young at heart it is clear,
No matter where you are someone here holds you dear.
As we soar thru our 50’s, just numbers on a cake,
We have proven we are young and forever friends we did make!
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