Fishin' for crawdads
and puddle jumpin'
singing mother goose songs.
Playin cowboys and injuns'
and totein' around frogs
back in the days when nothin went wrong.
Swappin for jelly beans
and comic books
skimmin' stones on a pond.
Racing our bikes
and hot wheel cars
on a strip that seemed so long.
Back when we laughed
at bubble gum jokes
seems like those days are gone.
Perhaps they have
or perhaps not
seems like I remember alot.
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