Poems by Bax
Never forgotten
You're part of my fabric
Part of the humor
Part of the tragic
Your disappearing act was like magic: Copperfield
While I ran the streets trying to cop a feel
The white boys were copping pills
The dope boys were copping wheels
Fire hydrant cooled the summer days while the old folks chilled
Free lunches; don't forget the milk
At the rec pool
Couldn't wait to get out of summer school
All these memories are a part of me
Will I forget those days? Hardly
The experience has been Godly
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