Long hazy days of endless fun
Locked arm in arm on strolling trips
Ne’re looking back nor forward either
Oh how I miss those puckered lips
The fun we had just hanging around
No one bothered about time or reason
With friends we share our childhood play
Out having fun no matter the season
When I look back with glazed expression
To see the wondrous life we had
It’s then I realise it had its shortfalls
Where love was lost, days ended sad
But above it all when we were young
Through memories haze, the hops and skips
The beauty of my childhood sweetheart
Lost in sweet dreams of those puckered lips
Copyright Brian Peza Perrins 2009
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