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Youthfull Memories.
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Youthful Memories.The river calls once more, to swim and play as of old.
I am no more twelve, no, like then not so bold.
Now to dive in naked nearly everyone would scold
I would get a fever and catch a brand new cold.
Yes I hear the calling of the river and the wooden rafts we made.
Swimming, diving, and digging for worms with a spade.
Fishing was a pastime that went down well with all the boys.
Skimming stones across the water was another of our joys.
Muscles tense as my body hits the water cold and wet,
I did it quite freely there was no need for me to fret.
Excitement mounting higher; cries and shouts were loud,
Just a bunch of kids a very high-exalted crowd.
This all comes back to me as I take my daily shower,
first thing in the morning at a most unearthly hour.
I feel a physical pull that takes me back down the years.
I wish you could all come with me, yes you my fellow peers.
I am no more twelve, no, like then not so bold.
Now to dive in naked nearly everyone would scold
I would get a fever and catch a brand new cold.
Yes I hear the calling of the river and the wooden rafts we made.
Swimming, diving, and digging for worms with a spade.
Fishing was a pastime that went down well with all the boys.
Skimming stones across the water was another of our joys.
Muscles tense as my body hits the water cold and wet,
I did it quite freely there was no need for me to fret.
Excitement mounting higher; cries and shouts were loud,
Just a bunch of kids a very high-exalted crowd.
This all comes back to me as I take my daily shower,
first thing in the morning at a most unearthly hour.
I feel a physical pull that takes me back down the years.
I wish you could all come with me, yes you my fellow peers.