When I was ten and I was with my friends
We rode together in summers without end
We didn't have a lot but were richer than most
For we were mates with no need for a boast
Is there a better feeling to know you belong
For each day was an adventure in our song
And those memories of the friendship days
Will be with me forever and be mine always.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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