of the old days. the glory days.
remember that
the game,
we played,
the bar we hung out in.
remember that car
you drove.
the girl with red hair,
what was her name.
remember
the time
we did this, we did that.
we were so young.
where were we that night?
who else was there?
it was fun, so much fun.
i think about those times
all day
as i sit here on the porch
with a setting sun.
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