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"Plainsman Patty" Returns!
Remember the ’66 reunion? It was such a treat! I know that those of you who came Will say it can’t be beat. Old friends reconnected, Great memories renewed, Tours, food, cheers, and dance, And fireworks set the mood! Now let’s keep it moving And pledge to stay in touch. Our lives are busy, fun and wild With
plans and moves and such. Please let us know your status Of changes that you make. Let’s not let this time of life For granted ever take!!! The website’s really easy To make your updates known. Then we’ll all stay connected – And no one will be alone! Margaret Ann (Curtis)
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Submitted by Plainsman Patty: Every five years, as summertime
nears,An announcement arrives in the mail,A reunion is planned; it'll be really grand;Make plans to attend
without fail.I'll never forget the first time we met;We tried so hard
to impress.We drove fancy cars, smoked big cigars,And wore our most
elegant dress. It was quite an affair; the whole
class was there.It was held at a fancy hotel.We wined, and we dined, and we acted
refined,And everyone thought it was swell. The men all conversed about who had been firstTo achieve great fortune and fame.Meanwhile, their spouses described their fine
housesAnd how beautiful their children became. The homecoming queen, who once had been lean,Now weighed in at one-ninety-six.The jocks who were there had all lost their hair,And the cheerleaders
could no longer do kicks. No one had heard about the class
nerdWho'd guided a spacecraft to the moon;Or poor little Jane, who's always been plain;She married a shipping
tycoon. The boy we'd decreed 'most apt to succeed'Was serving ten years
in the pen,While the one
voted 'least' now was a priest;Just shows you can be wrong now and then. They awarded a prize to one of the guysWho seemed to have aged the least.Another was given to the grad who had drivenThe farthest to attend
the feast. They took a class picture, a curious
mixtureOf beehives, crew cuts and wide ties.Tall, short, or skinny, the style was the mini;You never saw so many thighs. At our next get-together, no one cared whetherThey impressed their classmates or not.The mood was informal,
a whole lot more normal;By this time we'd all gone to pot. It was held out-of-doors, at the lake shores;We ate hamburgers, coleslaw, and beans.Then most of us lay around in the shade,In our comfortable T-shirts and jeans. By the fiftieth year, it was abundantly clear,We were definitely over the hill.Those who weren't dead had to crawl out of bed,And be home in time
for their pill. And now I can't wait; they've
set the date;Our sixtieth is coming, I'm told.It should be a ball, they've rented a hallAt the Shady Rest
Home for the old. Repairs have been made on my hearing
aid;My pacemaker's been turned up on high.My wheelchair is oiled, and my teeth have been
boiled;And I've bought a new wig and glass eye. I'm feeling quite hearty, and I'm ready to partyI'm gonna dance 'til dawn's early light.It'll be lots of
fun;But I just hope that there's oneOther person who can make it that night.
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