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GOLDEN BOY - a memory of schooldays hero-worship
O sun tanned youth
Who fired my heart,
Never meant to meet or part,
How many times you'd pass me by,
And leave me wishing I could die.
O brown faced lad
Were you aware
Of this admirer's silent stare?
Were there times when you were near
To saying something I might hear?
O golden boy
Now old like me,
Do you perhaps look back and see
...
Thursday 14th June 2012 4:26 pm
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