Edith Lo Bue Poems

The teenager chatters to his dad
As he speeds the interstate and brags
About how fast he drives his car
He hears his nagging grandmother say, "Luck, so far".
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As I walk the mall each day
I listen to what the walkers say
They are very quiet at the start
After a while they begin to talk
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It was 1940 when we said good-bye
To our sweethearts and friends at Plaquemine High
We walked onto the football field where the boys once played
And the Pep Squad marched to the sounds the PHS band made
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