Trigger A Thought

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Trigger a thought

A memory or two

Before you got old

Before you ever knew

What would you await

As you journeyed ahead

Hardly even thought

About making the bed

If friends went away

You made new ones instead

But as time gathers on

And you listen to OLD songs

It’s not very often

Good friends come along

So hold them to close

And be sure you let them know

They you think they’re the one

Than makes the wind blow.

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