Can I touch you? Are you out of touch? Can I take you out for awhile? Can I bring you into the light?
Come on, hold me tight... Are you afraid of the
Dangerous Types?
Sunday, August 14, 2005
Anyone know what this is called? Its having all kinds of fun this year in the front bed.
I remember when we were in third grade Didn’t we always laugh? Swinging double Getting in trouble Climbing trees Skinning our knees Chocolate long johns, digging for treasure, and Morris code Wasn’t it great to be eight years old?
I remember when we were in middle school Didn’t we do such crazy things? Racing the train Playing in the rain Cartwheels all the way to school We were so cool Frances and Robbie, changes, anger, and pain Everything to lose and nothing to gain?
I remember when we were seniors Didn’t we have any fear at all? Behind the bandroom during lunch Hangin’ with the crazy bunch Poetry class Full of sass Shauntee, Journey, Mr. Coleman, and the bathroom trick Why did we have to grow up so damn quick?
I remember the good times and the bad Has it really been over 30 years we share? My oldest and dearest friend My love to you I do send No greater friendship can be found Our minds, our hearts, and our souls are bound And that I’m trying so hard to say I’m thankful the Lord sent you my way.
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