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| Italy, 2010 |
Lizzybeth
I wish there was something I could say
to bring us both back so many yesterdays.
We had our fight, we went our ways
We’re trying to mend it now with the things we say
Each side of the story spills the truth
of our separate and very different youths
I want to take a moment to remind you
of those fun-filled things we used to do
I’m going to put our best times
Into many separate little rhymes;
In hope that the way things used to be
Can once again be more than some sort of ancient history.
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I’d sneak quarters from my dad
You’d stuff your pockets with baby-sitting money you already had
You’d ride your bike down my way,
and pick me up along the way
We’d ride to kwick trip, across the street
And buy every candy we’d thought we’d need
We popped in a movie back at your place
And we'd proceed to guiltlessly stuff our face
We laughed and talked till we fell asleep
We’d share everything about our week
Boys and friends we said it all
Those are my favorite conversations that I can recall.
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Your basement was our sanctuary
Though things down there could get pretty scary
We walked like egyptians in a circle
We’d dress-up barbies to look like Erkle
We day dreamed about having our own prince
We got all grossed out when people in movies started to kiss
We talked to boys over fake telephones
We barely ever cleaned up before I went home
We spent hours making mansions out of blankets and couches
They’d cave-in and we’d turn into grouches
We sang Sk8ter boi at the top of our lungs
One of many songs we’d danced to and sung
You always did beat me at darts
I’m still fragile on sucking lol so don’t even start :P
We made faire houses out of boxes of kleenex
We found humor in learning we had a weenis
We colored rubber bands and wore them as bracelets
And we’d snap each others harder to see who could take it
We laid on the couch backwards and watched the blood rush to our heads
And we jumped on it so much I think we broke the fold-out bed
We made animals out of colorful beads and strings
We played cat’s cradle till our fingers would sting
Few of many good times shared in that place
If only we could go back to those days
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You grabbed a sled and I grabbed a sled
We raced down the hill at such speed we should probably be dead
Jazzy would run after and try to jump on
We would scream and laugh and push at her until she moved on
We’d climb back up the hill just a number of times
Till we’d fall of our sleds and laugh so hard we would cry
Then we made the trek across the lake
We’d tilt our head up, stick our tongues out, and try to catch snow flakes
We went all out building our fort
To protect us from indians, Adam, and enemies of any sort
We called it fort Jazz, after our mascot
She kept following us there and simply wouldn’t stop
It lasted all winter, and through that spring
Who knew how many memories a simple stick fort could bring.
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Antooko the monkey, now he’s quite a sight
But not as much as we all were that night
Brownies in the oven, we managed somehow to wait
While we waited for our snack pack of sugar to bake
Then half of the pan one person ate!
I dance like a fool on the mattress laying on the floor
I started singing “squishy” and danced around some more.
Antooko had no choice but to dance as you two watched from close-by
As I made a fool of myself on one of my many sugar highs.
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At the end of each summer we’d head to the pond
We’d sit in the canoe and whine and complain about how fast summer had gone
We wished that the school year wasn’t so long
We’d talk about our plans and reminisce on the things that we’d done
We’d make new goals for ourselves for the new year to come
We’d get stuck in the wind and have difficulty paddling to the other side
I’d paddle wrong or slow and the canoe would turn like a carnival ride.
We always managed to get back in before the sun disappeared behind that horizon line
Signaling the official end to our last day of summer time.
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I hope you know what I’m trying to say
We can always have another yesterday
If you are you and me is me
How happy once again we may find ourselves to be
Although this is all hard to understand
You, will remain and always be my best friend
Maybe we are different people, people change
It only is important that our friendship stay the same
Right now it’s in need of a Dora Band-aid
But I know if we work hard, it can be saved
Just like all those beenie-babies we as doctors fixed-up that had no hope
Anything can be cleaned with a little water and your mom’s always good-smelling bathroom soap (:
