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Remember... Parties in vast, secluded fields, Bonfires, Kegs of beer... Unwitting parents believing we were God knows where... Remember... Your touch so gentle, stroking My golden brown hair, Driving me home ~ majorette practice... The intellectual jock in the souped-up Dark green Chevy Impala ~ so splendid... Remember... Listening to "Sister Golden Hair"..."Daisy Jane"... Funny how the Night Moves in woods... With pounding rain...our omen To hasten home, My dad waiting...door opened... Remember... You walked miles to see me By my pool wearing but a tiny white "Do Not Tailgate" string bikini... Our initial gateway to passion... I wonder... Was it love, or simply raging pheromones.......................... Written for Timmy...................