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Porch Days

How I miss Those old Porch Days, Screened in Porch, Round table Lawn chairs Little b&w TV Seemed no cares... Dad and I Watched our Mets, I'd cook our dinner, And he'd say, "Let's... "eat on the porch, why don't we, son?" I'd already be prepared Cause that's what we'd always done... Our large yard, a park, of trees and plants, Only problem, those pesky ants Oh, for an afternoon, Of such bliss, Those splendid Porch Days, That I so miss.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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