Frangipani, busted pens and music sheets hiding in all manner of places.
A half-eaten banana choc-chip muffin that was lost on a monday afternoon and never found.
More tears, and more laughter than ever before.
The final fourteen.
The time to move on, accept that Bernadette won't be coming back.
The time to realized that life will never be perfect.
May it be, that jack frost will not come.
Varsity jackets, puffer jackets and too-short-skirts are to be avoided at all costs.
It turned out, that those "perfect" girls? They had, and still have, problems of their own.
Fifteen santa hats, three beanies and six pairs of stripey socks.
Something found, something lost.
The realization dawned of having few true friends.
Polka dotted hair ribbons and a crazy grey wig.
Three attempts, three failures, finally, twelve minutes thirty seconds came as a compromise.
three hundred and twelve percent in motion.
An Excellent solo performance.
And an examination of the royal kind.
Hundreds of buses, no trains.
Kindness found in flowers and fish.
Acceptance, too.
Well, almost.
Eleven months spent in denial, the final twelfth in utter ruin.
Too many tears.
Perhaps fifteen will be better, but that is doubtful.
All that is certain,
is that it did not end
with a Final
fourteen.
A half-eaten banana choc-chip muffin that was lost on a monday afternoon and never found.
More tears, and more laughter than ever before.
The final fourteen.
The time to move on, accept that Bernadette won't be coming back.
The time to realized that life will never be perfect.
May it be, that jack frost will not come.
Varsity jackets, puffer jackets and too-short-skirts are to be avoided at all costs.
It turned out, that those "perfect" girls? They had, and still have, problems of their own.
Fifteen santa hats, three beanies and six pairs of stripey socks.
Something found, something lost.
The realization dawned of having few true friends.
Polka dotted hair ribbons and a crazy grey wig.
Three attempts, three failures, finally, twelve minutes thirty seconds came as a compromise.
three hundred and twelve percent in motion.
An Excellent solo performance.
And an examination of the royal kind.
Hundreds of buses, no trains.
Kindness found in flowers and fish.
Acceptance, too.
Well, almost.
Eleven months spent in denial, the final twelfth in utter ruin.
Too many tears.
Perhaps fifteen will be better, but that is doubtful.
All that is certain,
is that it did not end
with a Final
fourteen.
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