Ten years old in primary school, my twin sister and I
in the first row, my sister in centre, I’m on the left,
Petro next to me, Karla Walters next to my sister,
Frans Hattingh in the second row, we used to call him
Etienne in grade 1, Elaine Hulley, Sandra Pretorius,
Els Diepeveen in the third row, Willy Harris and
Jan Breytenbach in the back row, these are the
names of my classmates I remember, some
I saw again, others completely disappeared;
I had a soft spot for one or two of them, but
you’ll have to guess, I’ll never confess…
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