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Saturday, June 19, 2010
TAKE ME BACK TO THOSE DAYS
Do you remember when all that could be broken where your toys.
When getting high was on the swing.
When you could wear a skirt without being called a slut.
When getting stoned was having rocks thrown at you.
When a bitch was a female dog.
When boys had cooties.
When sex was a rude word.
When broken hearts were drawn on paper.
When the only thing boys played was football.
When the most painful thing in the world was grazing your knee.
When your enemy was your sister.
When your only wish was when you blew out you candles on your cake.
When you only cried when you fell over.
When saying goodbye was just until tomorrow.
When life was so simple and carefree, but all we wanted to do was grow up.
When getting high was on the swing.
When you could wear a skirt without being called a slut.
When getting stoned was having rocks thrown at you.
When a bitch was a female dog.
When boys had cooties.
When sex was a rude word.
When broken hearts were drawn on paper.
When the only thing boys played was football.
When the most painful thing in the world was grazing your knee.
When your enemy was your sister.
When your only wish was when you blew out you candles on your cake.
When you only cried when you fell over.
When saying goodbye was just until tomorrow.
When life was so simple and carefree, but all we wanted to do was grow up.
FREEDOM
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