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Do You Remember

Do you remember when love was more than a four letter word And holding hands walking down the street Doing a matinee on a Saturday Feeling the rhythm of the music in your feet Playing baseball on an abandoned lot And how the girls could turn your head Sneaking that cigarette behind the house Getting your first kiss and turning red A nickel bought a candy bar A penny bought a picture of a movie star Go for a Sunday ride in the family car A baseball glove dangling from your handle bar Do you remember when Mom read us a nursery rhyme Hey kids, what time is it? It's Howdy Doody Time The Falcon and Shadow were fighting crime You could find anything in the Five and Dime In the drug store, you could get a cherry coke The smell of the bus when it left all that smoke Playing chase tag on the street at night Running through fields, flying a kite Picking flowers for Mom on the way home from school Meeting your classmates at the community pool School shopping right before Labor Day Saving your money by putting pennies away In spite of the hardships and all of the strife Honesty was a way of life We grew inside from what we learned We didn't accept it if it wasn't earned Pep rallies before the football game We knew each shop and the owner by name Do you remember when life was innocent Do you ever wonder where it went?

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Date: 1/27/2010 2:03:00 PM
There was such an innocence growing up in those days.....how sad that life is all about living in the fast lane today....does anyone really make time to relish the sweet moments in life that create memories such as these in your poem! ? Enjoyed this!
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Date: 8/27/2008 4:39:00 PM
the fading times is where they went. an idea for another poem. yes it's a shame and it's not going to get any better. a great write.
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