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Just a
barn full of hay,
It is there we would play,
We would romp around morning ‘till night,
Then we’d sleep in the straw,
In pajamas or ‘raw’,
From the dusk until dawn’s early
light.
Tunnels dug in the hay,
It was there we would lay,
And tell stories or giggle or fight,
Then we’d munch on a snack,
Of which there was no lack,
We would share them and give each a bite.
In
this world of our own,
We would often bemoan,
That on Monday we’d go back to school,
We could stay there all year,
There was nothing to fear,
For this kingdom was one we could rule.
Just a barn
full of hay,
And I wish I could stay,
But my childhood is over and done,
Now I oft’ reminisce,
And I really do miss,
Those young days when we had so much fun.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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