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Growing
Oh those long passed Summer's days
When the natural urge to flirt
Could be stirred and roused
By the merest flick of a lasses skirt
Tongue tied
Wide eyed
Fighting the hell
Of perfumed smell
That seemed to drift and float
And waft following her around
As though she floated serenely
Through my life as above the ground
Growing
Glowing
Strange
Changed
And we befuddled not quite yet men
Learned to cope with woman's ways
So very new to them as well
In those long passed Summer's days
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