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| Russett Reunion by Ora Mae (Brown) Boyer Tis Our Russett Reunion And we’re young for tonight! And all through the house, We’ll check in each mirror And beg our poor spouse To Say we look great, That our chin isn’t double; They lied through false teeth, Just to stay out of trouble Though we wear bifocals, Our eyes haven’t changed; We have the same figure, Just a mite rearranged. Our skin is still silky, Although looser in places; We walk rather slow, But still make all the bases. We swallowed the words, Hook, sinker and line, And enter this banquet Feeling just fine; We’re greeted with hugs; But like me 50 years Adds gray to our hair And width to our rears. Somehow we expected Our classmates to stay Just as they were On that long ago day. We’ll share a few memories And re-tell some class jokes; We’re 18 in spirit, Though we look like our folks We’ll talk about the good times, Now long gone by. When we were still students At old Russett High. We’ll turn hearing aids up, And dim down the light, Roll back the years, And we’er young for tonight. |
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