So many years have come and gone.
Fond mem\'ries often cross my mind.
To my childhood days I am drawn,
to the innocence I left behind.
*`*
Those August days I still recall,
that time of year I so loved best.
As a kid those times did enthrall.
Those games of \'pretend\' I\'d address.
*`*
Was nothing I could not achieve.
Oh so much joy that time did bring
For in my world of make believe,
there I could be most anything.
*`*
I wish could go back to then.
Relive those good times that I had.
To those August days once again.
When I was just a little lad~
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