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We were the Three Musketeers!
Friends forever we’d declare. Members of a secret club, whose secrets we’d never share. Summers back in the fifties were the best days of our lives, although we didn’t know it. Now, the memories survive. Our days were spent in doing what young boys like to do, like building forts, tree houses, and box cars, to name a few. We’d ride our old bicycles, pretending and playing games. We never tired of doing those things, though they were the same. Swimming down at the river; playing stick ball in the street Red Rover, and Kick the Can! We never faced defeat! Our days of childhood vanished, the Musketeers vanished, too! We grew apart as often childhood friends are prone to do. I wish that I could find them to see how they spent their time and talk about the old days when our lives were quite sublime. Do they even remember days of summer in past years? Friends forever, we’d declare. We were the Three Musketeers! 36 lines
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