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I miss . . .

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When boys meant "yuck"

and friends were new dreams were unshattered

and worries few

When recess was too short

and life too long

decisions came easy

without the need to belong

When storks delivered babies

and passions weren't so strong

friendships were unbroken

right was right, wrong was wrong

When bad things didn't happen

and only skinned knees brought tears

and the nightlight in it's socket

quieted all of our fears

When farewell meant just for summer

and real friends didn't part

and fun went on forever

and never left a broken heart.





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