Reunions: #19 Grace

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Updated 08/30/2017
Created 11/22/2015
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Reunions: #19 Grace

Grace, sweet Grace
I remember her face
Her perky tits so fine
Sat in front of me in Biology
We always had a good time
Her eyes were of the truest blue
Her cheeks a rosy pinkish hue
She was going steady with Fast Eddie
His Dad ran a car lot called "Crazy Freddy's"
I was in love with Grace
She was so faithful to her mate
I knew I didn't stand a chance at her
I'd never stoke her pussy fur
Last time I saw her in the Supermarket
Two small kids were in her basket
Crying, "Mama we want candy"
I have to say Graces still looked dandy
Her tits and ass were bigger now
Suckling kids turns a woman into a cow
She was still as sweet, as nice as ever
We had a coffee, which was clever
So I could get up to date
Seems Fast Eddie was a little late
They broke up several years after
Graduation when the laughter
Turned to bitter suds, so they say
Eddie had a habit that weighed
Liked to shoot a drug called heroin
Into his veins, it was a sin
Started selling Freddy's cars
Below their cost by far
He dreamed of what had been
Before his second marriage to heroin
Grace stood by him to the end
Thought he was clean and straight
A big surprise when they found him in that state
Stiff as a board in a coin laundry lay'en
A needle still stuck in his vein
His pulse had ceased but on his face
A happy smile full of Grace
She married a few years after his demise
A good rack invites a lot of guys
Said she's happy with the kids
After life flung her on the skids
She made it the reunions, quite a few
I always liked her but what to do
I always arrived a bit to late
To dance with her, it was my fate
To stand aside and smile at her
And never hear her pussy purr
There are mountains you may never climb
Frankly, there just isn't enough time
To fuck every gal you get hard for
You can't steer a rowboat with one oar
I smile when I think of Grace
Her perky tits, her pretty face
Perhaps it's best to pull the curtain
Take off an hour and jerk the gherkin
Dream of what might have been
If Fast Eddie had taken a spin
Off "Deadman's Curve"
and you'd had the nerve
To steal sweet Grace
while Ed was in Jan Berry's* place
And made a life with Grace your wife
But what a waste of time to make a rhyme about a girl you loved a lot
But found the door was always locked

*Jan of Jan and Dean fame who was just about brain dead after his Corvet spun out

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