It was always all about pretending it was all about sex in the 60’s. My offering for today’s prompt at
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That particular year my high school, back in New Orleans, didn’t graduate the most reverent group of seniors. This is what we penned in each others yearbooks: “Booze, beer, sex, and wine…we’re the class of ’69”. But, since it’s not an original poem, it cannot be my entry today. So you’ll have to suffer through this one.
That French Kiss & Six Kids
You were cute.
We beat all the odds
and went against
everything every nun ever told us –
we shared a french kiss
and didn’t get pregnant.
I haven’t a clue
what you could be up to now.
you have those six kids
you swore you wanted
and that they’re
all baptized, confirmed, and married.
I’ve never considered myself lucky until