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Chestnut Hill Days

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Chestnut Hill days
When your and my brother were friends
You and I rode the bus
We would share our jokes
And laugh until we cried
We had our inside jokes
About marshmallows

We got older
We still climbed trees
You can’t forget
We walked to Little Ceasers
And you sent pee mail
Those Chestnut Hill days

Now I have moved
But you are still my friend
We yell hi to each other
And still go on adventures
You are still my crazy friend
And we still share lame jokes





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