"Good Old Oakdale"

John Downey


I hated hockey
but I loved my friends,
so I guess that's why I always played with them in the middle of the street.

Big Bro spent half of his time looking at the girl across the street,
for reasons that became obvious five years later.
Steve was a force to be reckoned with;
if alcohol hadn't graced his tongue, who knows?
I fell all over the place, of my own free will, because bleeding knees were funny to me.

I want the puck to hit my wrist again.


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