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Early Trip

Once we were very young, Our journey had begun, We bounced around in the back, No seatbelts, alas, alack, I was rubbing the hair of Grandpa Jack, Trying to drive, with me on his back, That was 'the good old days', Vanished in nostalgic haze!

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