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Aug 2016
Do you remember...what it was like to be a kid in summer...
Mornings never started before noon.... Cereal and cartoons in the livin room....
Parents have to work... nobody was there  to watch you.....
trouble was the first thing you'd do...
Cuz if you waited till 2 it got sketchy and you thought they would catch you....    outside every day for as long as the sun would stay.
dennis drain
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dennis drain  Bellevue idaho
(Bellevue idaho)   
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