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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