I could take a walk down the memory lane with no walking stick, I could take a look at all the beautiful scenes with no spectacles, In the dim past i could see clearly: You, myself and Johnson gathered at the playground, Football-playing kids of diverse abilities! I could recall with nostalgia, That each time i ignited a flame you poured the oil, And when it almost got out of hand Johnson put it out, By tacit agreement, we all knew each misdeed was done by nobody, Mischief-loving fellows of like...
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