Treasure Island

Aldo Kraas

(July 15 1964 / Sao Paulo Brazil)

2837 Sonata


Now that he is growing up
He doesn't stay home very much
Because he is out all the time
And he is afraid that he will miss out
In his life
I say that is understandable for him and me
Even though life is short

Submitted: Sunday, June 12, 2011
Edited: Monday, June 13, 2011

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  • Colleen Courtney (6/17/2014 11:07:00 AM)

    This causes a chuckle for I remember being about 18 years of age and also feeling that if I didn't go out every night I was going to miss out on something exciting. Ah! The innocence of youth! (Report) Reply

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