Where I Sat Behind A Desk

Poem By Lawrence S. Pertillar

What I don't do anymore...
Or consider to refute in my defense to debate,
Is to argue with anyone.
Especially anyone who claims to remember,
Every movement and step I've made since childhood.
But for some reason can not remember,
Anything they've done no matter how outrageous.
Although will insist with a clarity...
The time and place 'and' others who were there.
And where I sat behind a desk in an elementary school.
What I ate in the cafeteria and what I did during recess,
Close to sixty years ago!
You would 'think' someone with that kind of memory,
Will admit to telling more than a few lies.

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I like these ones with a twist, Lawrence


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