When we were young
It was something so dynamic
So confusing, confounding
You quite possibly couldn't understand it
Always hoping that you would wind up getting one.
That small piece of paper
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With incredible significance and meaning
At least when I was in grade 6
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I had a few passed to me in my day
I laugh as I look back on them now
My good friend always said to me as I got them
"If you open that, I'm telling the teacher"
Needless to say, that never happened
What was a young boy to do?
Excited by the thought of meaning something to someone
Yet too young to really comprehend the situation
Love, feelings, relationships
All a pipe dream that you felt you understood
But nothing more than a learning experience at that age
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It was how things went back then
"Child's play", you could call it.
I bet they sit in a box somewhere now
Waiting for a day when I'm old and frail
And searching for memories
It was all so much easier back then
Elementary dreams of those on the edge
Of life, love, and learning
Kids passing notes
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