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Grandpa used to run down the sidewalk as we drove away. Anything to make the grand kids happy. But he was younger And I was younger, And the willow tree wasn't fully grown yet. Puddles always remind me of silky nightgowns And a backyard that was my wonderland. But that was when my grandmother was younger And I was younger, And words were still beautiful. Driving away is a cheap escape, I can't afford much. I am trapped as being younger Because when I was younger My mother told me I had no means of survival.
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Aug 19, 2012
Aug 19, 2012 at 6:39 PM UTC
Younger
Grandpa used to run down the sidewalk as we drove away. Anything to make the grand kids happy. But he was younger And I was younger, And the willow tree wasn't fully grown yet. Puddles always remind me of silky nightgowns And a backyard that was my wonderland. But that was when my grandmother was younger And I was younger, And words were still beautiful. Driving away is a cheap escape, I can't afford much. I am trapped as being younger Because when I was younger My mother told me I had no means of survival.
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Aug 19, 2012
Aug 19, 2012 at 6:39 PM UTC
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