Bicycles and mud, my boyhood memory,
Our police and thieves games were for members only,
Always together, sole time the lads left me lonely,
On the holidays, gone to see gramps up-country,
The re-unions were great, each one of us came with an exaggerated story,
And it was back to business, fighting and swimming in the river naked, with no worries.
Girls were of no matter to us,
Ball bearings, candy and adventure came first,
We travelled over the hills looking for fights in packs,
Stone throwing, stick thrashing, we lost-we ran fast,
You argued with the owner of the ball, you became an outcast,
My boyhood dream, just a blast from the past.
We shared pastries, stealing money to go gaming,
How our parents knew we ate the sugar remains a mystery,
We had our fun, all grown up now, that's history,
Bicycles, police and thieves were for members only.
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