Monday, 28 May 2012


Of Life and Love and everything we hold so dear
The dreams of Youth, Of a future never clear
Of wild summer nights
The haziness of holding beer
And dancing to the beat of a drum held so near but yet so far:
All these things, and more 
We must cherish as the time does fly
Being young and foolish
We do live so high. 

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