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Sunday, February 20, 2011

The good old days


The good old days

when friends were friends.

They would let us be,

Just us there.

Conquerers of the carpark.

Our source of energy,

Is that of a lighted cigarette.

There is mischief in the air

It grows heavy too.

We girls know what we got to do.

We pick a fight with some skinny boys,

Our little fighting toys.

Soon enough…

We retire

We retreat home as ou former selves.

“The good girls”.

The good girls- the good old days.

When friends were friends

Just us three,

The TKT.


- I ’m really not sure what TKT stands for anymore, but this short piece definitely describes the misguided part of my adolescence and the larger part of it too.

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