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Look who's washed up, washed up, on the beach.
It's Paul DiGiacomo. High school heart throb
In his day, his hair is salt-and-pepper now. His
Wife, the pretty Angie Turner, left. His stomach's
Gotten big. The kinds of babes he used to charm
Are careful not to meet his gaze. He lays alone,
And will for hours, cursing time for robbing him
Of looks and status, everything, while I lay not too
Far from him, okay with time, since, after all,
Nobody noticed me at school. I never rose,
And didn't fall, and am not washed up here.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-04-20 at 18:44

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