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Don't Have A Clue
Where to go or what to do We knew full well when we were young Where to go to have some fun A shiny quarter could buy delight The friends we had without a fight The days we talked till after dark The things we learned to make our mark A mitt and ball would sure suffice Ice cube trays with Kool-Aid ice We played real hard with cuts and bruises A comic book could sure amuse us A spinning top was such a thrill To ride our bikes down the steepest hills A bag of marbles could calm for hours Paper Mache to make Mom flowers Worn sneakers with broken laces Dirt and grime on our tanned faces Empty pockets and tattered jeans Lux in a Maytag could make things clean You never knew the time of day From dawn to dusk you'd run and play You never questioned our parents reason Summertime was our favorite season Wonder bread with fried bologna Wednesday night was macaroni Those wonderful days that flew so fast Those magical times will always last
~ Frank P. Cotter ~
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