When I was young I liked to see
The smiles on people's faces
Droll puppies running ‘round a tree
In sunny summer races
Time came and bigger things replaced
Those tiny times of glee
I spent my time on worthy things
Fine jobs, fine homes, degrees
Now that I'm old my days revolve
In search of quiet places
A park bench where I'm sure to see
Pups romp and smiling faces.
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