Morning fog burns off
memories,many years ago,
drift dreaming with Edith Piaf
reeling in heart felt bellows
Just a moment's faraway past
then those faces floated close
over books,rows in class
Back now,stopping,future froze
Chalkboard friends young then more
turned marble stone,for entombed now rest
Chiseled lessons deep are scored
time's remains too,few resist behest
What to say at end of day
when woolen chill defines a breeze
to editor of daily press,say,
they were best in any freeze
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