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The Little Glass Bottle
My School days have receded to the past and long ago">
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The Little Glass Bottle
My School days have receded to the past and long ago,
But memory sits within my brain, and sets my thoughts aglow.
To school spruced up and pigtailed with a smile upon my face,
When walking home, still sitting there upon my face a trace
Clinging to my senses, the Aroma I still savor,
Liquid I still love to drink yes, sense I was a shaver
'Twas "Milk" that made me grin in a bottle it did come,
Leaving on my upper lip, a silky muststache scum.
.Linda LaRae Adsitt
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