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The Days Of Our Lives


We made it through childhood
with cuts and bruises,
Playing games that children do
Nothing was too much for us.

Rockets glaring on 4th of july,
Christmas mornings put a smile
on faces,
Old broken down cars still
drove us places.

Playing cowboys and indians
out on the land,
Running across the yard,
playing in the sand.

Teenage years were tough,
Boys, music, proms, dates,
We could never get enough.

Motherhood came with rewards
of it's own,
Little ones have a way of
making you reap what you've
sown.

Then they move out and get
a life of their own to start,
And take with them a piece
of your heart.

The days of our lives sometimes
end too soon,
Why waste it by talking to the
man in the moon.

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