For the Love of Beans
My first love was a bean pole. I was in first grade. I do not know what grade he was in. I think he was in 6th. He was my first crush. He was thin and tall and handsome and I just swooned when he walked the school halls. I remember being like a deer in headlights whenever I saw him in the hall. He did not have me to think about. I was invisible. Just a little first grader with a crush.
I wonder where he is in the world now. I remember his name was Dagwood. Yes, Dagwood. He would say hi to me at times as just about everyone was nice to one of the teachers daughters.
Where is my Dagwood? Man, I need him now.
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