Topic: We stood around the campfire | |
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We stood around the campfire
as it flickered and snapped, and we sang all the old songs as we danced and clapped. Those were the days camping in the wild, let me feel loose as I was a wild child. Those memories I cherish with each and every day, roasting marshmallows and weinies calling the resident chipmunks to play. But they would only scurry and scramble up a tree, and chirp out their smart remarks for you and for me. (Dedicated to years gone by) |
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