Every school has a Norma Jean

little bit legend   little bit human  just a touch of fae

kissed with the blush of youthful

sexuality. 

 Miss Laurie Mcleod, our candle in the wind

none of us really knew you, and all of us knew you too well.

Heart failure at half the common age for love to run out

Perhaps we drained it dry

with our lips and hands and hungry sharing of all the colors of your soul.