Radford University - Beehive Yearbook (Radford, VA)

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Once upon a time the sun rose and cilly cilia rose singing it's a fun day it's a rum day i think i'll go stand on my nose a big green bear came and kissed her on her ear well, she rolled and she rolled to the end of the block and she smiled as she said well why didn't he knock? she went to the table to eat her daily bread but all that she left was a raisin rum rock she skimmed it across the silvery sea and said oh how good oh how good to be free then she picked up her chains and went to fry her brains but the egg she was in wasn't ready to crack so she lay on her back in the middle of a ditch singing hey diddle diddle it's a fun day it's a rum day and my bottle's not half empty . . . yet. Priscilla Seawell Creations 25

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Teenage Ballad With “once upon a time is how The story always starts — Of happy times, and mangled minds And almost broken hearts. When we're alone, it's easy to Distinguish right from wrong. But when the crowd is on our backs. We always go along. As we progress from child to kid, We change our dispositions. And all the things we thought were wrong Were only inhibitions. The Barbie dolls and comic books And after school playmates Have been replaced by eye make-up And Penthouse books and dates. The tummy aches grow into cramps; The kool-aid turns to booze. The puppy loves grow into “dogs ; The tantrums — into blues. We split the scene of plastic dreams In search of something real — Get out from under pressure just To climb up on a thrill. We thumb our noses at the world While basking in our prime. And anything constructive seems To be a waste of time. Are we wrapped up in being young? Or simply trapped in dreams? Is living life the easy way As easy as it seems? If growing in this wilderness Has truly made us wild. Experience and innocence Cannot be reconciled. Laurel Nance 24 Creations

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 Te Quiero Robertito My concerns are only those which you wish from me. My interests are only those which include your happiness. If you are depressed and need me, I will be here. If in your depression, you need to talk ... I will be here to listen. If you are in need of a friend to touch, I will be here for you to hold. If you feel the desertion, of lips that have no touch, then I will be here for you to kiss. All these things I give to you, and only through my feelings of love. But, I cannot allow myself to fall in love with you, for I know it will all end . . . too very soon. rrom you, I ask only this; The memories of love, laughter, and peace, that I shared with yon . Karen Worrell 26 Creations