Class of 93
A quarter flip, skinny dip
Cool creek, full of trout
Homerun hit, tobacco spit
Moonshine night out
Team shirt, center dirt
Fastballs were a breeze
Mini skirt, fun to flirt
Weakness in the knees
Dirt pile, crooked smile
Pray before the pitch
Worth while, drunk dial
Bronco in the ditch
Dad’s pissed, slapped wrist
Shotgun in the dodge
Can’t miss, first kiss
Cow tippin, giggin frogs
Had a blast, gone fast
Class of 93
Raise a glass, to my class
The way things used to be
Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2018
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