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Days At the Lake

Middle of spring The place we cling The lake is warm Right before the storm We laugh as we all get pushed in The warm water sweeps over out skin They pick us up And jump We scream without knowing What is going on We swim until dawn We don't worry about what others think The boys wont let us sink They wont let us get hurt They throw dirt And we throw it back Then we do a sneak attack These are just our days at the lake The days that will never shake Never leave until fall Not even if there was a brawl These are our days At the lake where everyone lay This is our lake And all the memories we make

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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