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[title] => Summers With Bug
[time] => 2002-09-04 15:47:29
[hometext] => Repost from old site.
May 2002 [bodytext] => Remember the days we would spend Down by the creek bend Feet dangling in the water, cool and clear Little girl laughter everyone could hear Laying in the tree shade Through tall grasses we would wade Imaginations were not lacking For hunting trails we were tracking The Ditch became a mountain The spicket a fountain Houses made of grass Oh the time we did pass Picnics in the secret hide out The one we thought no one knew about Sandwiches of peanut butter and jelly We avoided boys they were smelly Teaching you to whistle was a hard task My laughter I tried to mask Teaching me to dive At the task you did strive The kittens would spit and hiss As we played and dreamed of our first kiss I a doctor, you a nurse Bandages on the dogs we did rehearse Adventures everywhere we tread On our bicycles where we sped Ball games in the back yard Trying to beat the boys, we played so hard Picking flowers for our mother All the dandelions were for no other Helping mom pick strawberries Claiming they had been eaten by the ferries We would clash and arguments were had No more than five minuets could we stay mad I’m your big sis and you my little bug Oh, that calls for a hug! Dinnertime came and in we went Hours in the sun, we had spent Tired and weary from all our play With no one else would I have wanted to spend my day [comments] => 2 [counter] => 212 [topic] => 23 [informant] => LJ [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => FamilyPoems )
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