dust off old memories of family trips to the lake shore days
cut offs and flip flops and the will to swim under burning sun rays
unaware of old age and the beating heart glass trickle of a fast moving clock
life stood still on a dirt hammered baseball lot and a home unlocked
newspaper afternoons and sweet soda pop from the low angle of a Schwinn
winters cold and water pipes froze while haircuts buzzed close to the skin
rock and roll was a raw taste of cheap vinyl clear that felt just right
stories of the war from a dim lit three channel black and white
look back oh look back my friend but please not too close
the truth of what happened is a dying ember glow
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You are very welcome my friend
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