Meet
me on the corner
We’ll
go down to the creek
Wade
in our Chuck Taylors
And
catch crayfish and frogs
Then
we’ll go down the street
To
that old, empty house
We’ll
throw a few rocks and
Try
to break another window
We’ll
see some other kids
From
the next neighborhood
The ones
that we don’t like
Call
them names and run
Later
we’ll get out our bikes
Race each other fast and see
Who makes the longest skid-mark
And then jump some curbs
Then
we’ll ride our bikes far
Past
where we’re allowed to go
But,
of course, not too far, so
We can still find our way home
You just took me back to my childhood. Thanks!
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So nice. You know I love me my Chuck Taylors and I grew up on a creek, catching frogs and kicking up waves. Kick the can all summer evening long. Those were the good old days.
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