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The Old Times

I miss the old times

Where everything was all good

Playing around and running the streets

It didn't matter that we were in the hood

 

I remember the old days

Where our cousins were around the corner

Having hang-outs and sleepovers

We even walked to school together

 

What about the old places

Like Jefferson and Roselle Park

Where our uncle was there watching us

Having fun and pouring out our hearts

 

I miss the old fun

Walking to the corner store

Where the candy was only a penny

And 25 cent for a huge popcycle

 

I miss the old times

When an Ice Cream cone was a dollar

And 25 cent for the sprinkles

Those little things made our hearts sparkle

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Written by
acette-barthelmy
Haitian
Published
Dec 12, 2012
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