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By Willie Survive Submitted by jwb71913 Date: 2007 Oct 31 Comment on this Work [[2007.10.31.20.29.26255]] |
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What happened to those days of youth? When four or five stout laddies Would spit and scratch and be uncouth Then hop in ancient Caddies Endless cruising up and down The street that ran thru midst of town Looking for a kick elusive Why were the girls so damn reclusive? They sat at home or at the flicks In groups of five or even six The strength of numbers kept them strong With no intention to do wrong Of course our courage came from trust That there were also five of us We’d shout out things we’d never utter ‘Cause if alone, we’re apt to stutter Now all the kids have PC rides With ultra mileage and boomer insides Thumping rap into the night North and South; not left not right Once in a while an older fellow About my age, just getting mellow Amuses all who spy him there Upon the worn out thoroughfare On Harley loud or sleek ragtop His search for youth won’t let him stop |