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GOLDEN AGE MEMORIES
The young people today, think it can't be true
That we once felt the same way they do
When looking at us they cannot believe
That we too were once young and carefree
Ready and willing to give of our best
And that our men too had hairs on their chests
Even now when we see a handsome young man
With slender hips and broad shoulder span
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We think back to times when firm young buns
Made our fingers curl and our thoughts turn to fun
We find ourselves uttering nostalgic sighs
Whilst thinking about all those muscular thighs
For as we grow older, we don't really forget
But just accept that they are harder to get
So we make do with remembering how
It was in those days that are over now.
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