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It was Paris Island,South Carolina,
that place was a piece of heaven
the memories we
made can never be beat,
we had such fun,and not on the street.
The forts we built there in the woods,
living in them
from dawn till dusk.
remember the rope hanging over the bay
our parents would have died
if they'd known what we did,
holding on and,swinging off into the lagoon,
and remember the times we caught blue crabs,
and cooked them on the
beach,
hiding all of the time from the military police
Terri,Linda,Catsu,Debbie and I,
remember catching all of those
dragonflys,
I often hope and pray,
you got a fair shake out of life, since that day,
I remember the Pow Wows we always
had,
our secret meetings under the slide on the playground.
it seems the older I get the more they come round,
those
childhood memories,and the friends I had found.
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Heart to heart
There was once a girl, she liked to play.
altho words of others,hurt her everyday.
She
knew she did not deserve those taunts,
and at night she would cry in her room,
full of haunts...bla,bla,bla they would
say.
She never did give up as they wanted,
she took all of the abuse and all of the taunting.
Sometimes it comes
back a Haunting.
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Maybe it was a drunk idea,
Brewing in my head,Me and you,
What harm could it do,
To drunk
to catch the rhythm,
Not making it Rhyme,
Just bright enough on the Prism,
Relinquish our rights,
Given up that
never existed anyway,
Strangers in Lovers out,
Thats what all of the wild talk is about,
Lovers in Strangers out,
Thats
what happens to people we know,
We thought we knew become strangers one day,
Love and Lovers taken away..
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