Childhood Summers
Bewitched by Marsha Brady
And three's company too
Every weekday morning
My eyes were glued
Pop tarts, burnt and buttered
Cotton p.j. Dress
I can't speak for the others
But this was my summer bliss
The sprinkler on the drive
Back and forth, I ran
Happy to be alive
Didn't have to have a plan
The woods outside my window
Went on, it seemed, for miles
They led me to a meadow
The memories make me smile
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