Old Vacation
Stomping Grounds
A
bunch of us went farther North
To a
shop called Hallers
It was
a place we remember
When
we were little fellers
We ate
out lunch
Where
we ate it the day before
We
played some games
And
played some more
Packed
a bit
For
tomorrow
Our
reunion will end
With a
bit of sorrow.
We may
not see each other
For a
year or more
Where
next?
I hope
somewhere we adore.
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