Those days
Wow, where have those days gonna man. I remember it like it was it yesterday. Or maybe even today? You used to look happy when you woke up in the morning. Where did that excitement go? Where did that spark go? You use to harp on the day that you would never grow up and if you did, at least you'd be happy. I guess not. What gives a you child their thunder back? Is it a magic poem? A spell maybe? Boy! I do know this, all you wish for are those days to come back around.
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