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Dec 2017
Please play that song
once again
on the old jukebox
from your mum's attic.
We'll just sit around,
a cigarette for two
as we pretend to live
in those golden days of youth.
When nothing really mattered
but The Beatles and new dance moves,
hand written letters
with no shades of blues,
and sweet old songs
that i sure wouldn't mind
writing for you.
Felt like i needed to write a poem about the past.Things have changed a lot, and even if we've come so far, many things were so much better back then.And these things are part of the reasons why i'd like to go back to the past, sometimes.
Written by
Mary  14/F/Italy
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