Every year we get to volunteer on company time For four hours we get paid to go somewhere else So this year I went to my old school in Dickeyville, Wisconsin I went there from 1974 to 1981 from kindergarten to sixth grade We dug up sod along a drive way to put in black plastic and pebbles I had a crush on the woman who was now the librarian at this place It is no longer a school and is a library and office for the police department I went back to this school when it was still a school in 1991 Then I was taking a college class that required me to observe a teacher My old teacher Mr. Taylor Then in 1992 I did my kindergarten teaching there A child died in a fire the first week I was there on Friday, Janurary 17 I went there once a long time ago to look at the library But for the most part I haven't been to this school in over 27 years
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Posted: May 2019
About this poem:
I was filled with regret for the two hours and 45 minutes I was there, regret for not asking this beautiful woman out when I had the chance, and for not getting kissed by Crystal in my kindergarten class. What can I say, memories of this place were not the best.
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