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Apr 2015
Where has all our innocence gone;
When love was just a puppy's song.
We shared furtive looks
Behind school books;
Exchanged shy smiles
Across the aisles;
When eye contact
Had sudden impact.
I followed you from school
In plain view,
To ridicule.
I'd write names in red chalk
On every sidewalk;
Wait down on the corner,
Avoid your father.
Hold calming hands,
Listen to liveΒ Β bands.
Calls were made
From corner pay-phones,
Some privacy from prying homes.
The first kiss was wet,
And missed,
And still one of the best.
A daring move
At the time,
Sending the anonymous Valentine.
We were waifs,
And Oh so young,
And love
Was prematurely born.
Pay phones and live school dance bands. You know... if you're over forty.
Francie Lynch
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