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Rice Pudding Cans

 
I remember those
good old days
leather waistcoats
and white hats for raves
your room full of incense
and that crazy footwork dance
when we were young
life forever would last .


Friday nights
and bandannas
kitchen fights
over  rice pudding cans
Randall and Hopkirk
and ridley pat wrong words
we were on the edge
and not at
this universe.


Yeah I miss those days
when the doors  always played
we'd fall off your motorbike
but we'd be ok
this being said
I hope you are now
take care Fred
one day we'll meet back up
somehow .


Written by diddi (StephenPaul Summerscales)
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