We called it the summer of love
no drugs though
no ***
just love
and Oahu
and our kids
from New Jersey
and India and Egypt
arguments about pineapples
the chicken in the fire escape
ocean chemistry and don't let me fall
and that last dance when we were all crying
because
the magic
of childhood
had been recovered
Mar 3, 2013
Mar 3, 2013 at 1:54 AM UTC
We called it the summer of love
no drugs though
no ***
just love
and Oahu
and our kids
from New Jersey
and India and Egypt
arguments about pineapples
the chicken in the fire escape
ocean chemistry and don't let me fall
and that last dance when we were all crying
because
the magic
of childhood
had been recovered
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