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Fading Glory Years

Microfiction 12th grade musing.

Smoked a joint last night. Hanging with the pack. Climbed the flag pole just for fun.

Football games get us going. We all cheer for our team.

Love to sneak a beer with my friends. High school days, loud mindless jokes and screams.

Came home a little drunk, a little tipsy. Fell asleep and dreamt of graduation.

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Bringing real feelings along with messages of inspiration and imagination to life. Awakening is the symptom of my infectious condition. Poetry is my condition.

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Greg Prince

Greg Prince

Bringing real feelings along with messages of inspiration and imagination to life. Awakening is the symptom of my infectious condition. Poetry is my condition.

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