Don't let childhood wonder
fade away,
remember that day.
That day on weathered sands
an ice cream dripping,
through sand castled hands.
Do you remember
those chilhood days,
flipping pebbles
through crested waves?
Bobby Joe,
my best friend,
wanted the day
to never end.
For young in years
he could forsee,
the embedded joy
and the memory.
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