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GOOD OLD DAYS by Gene Minix I call them the Good Old Days. They sure were good to me. And I guess the Good Old Days We'll never more see. But, the thoughts are there And the memories so real. Working and playing on the farm. Bare footed days I remember still. Cutting wood for the winter We didn't seem to mind at all. We knew the snow would soon come And we'd have ourselves a ball. Riding horses until it was dark. Then hide-n-seek with the neighbor's kids. Who could ever forget having The great fun that we did. Swimming in the creek Just me and Cindy Lou. I remember the fun we two had I surely, surely do. The family going to church on Sunday. And homemade ice cream later that day. With all the grownups talking And the kids hard at play. We didn't have a lot of money for sure, But we just didn't seem to mind. We were so rich in many ways Back in that day and time. © Copyright 2018, by Gene Minix. All rights reserved. |
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