Form: Wordsworth Sestet

Those early days of chalk on blackboard scrawl,
While passing notes between the desks unseen,
In coded words our thoughts were so unclean,
Where, and when, and who, the same youthful boast,
In summer haze we talked where waters fall,
Before heading on home for tea and toast.
The joys of love and pain of heartbreak shared,
In tears of laughter while strolling through town,
A glass of wine to pick up feeling down,
The solace of friendship I need the most,
Those times no one else dared to show they cared,
It's you and me drinking tea, eating toast



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