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My first poem on writing.com |
| Remember when, Getting high meant on a swing, And protection meant wearing a helmet. When girls had cooties, And the only drug you knew was cough medicine. Back to when mum was your hero, And dads shoulders were the highest place on earth. When the only thing we smoked where the tires on our bikes, And the only thing you drank was soda, When the only things that could be broken were your toys, And goodbye only meant until tomorrow. |