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Treasure
By John Trent
Innocence and freedom of a summer past
My cousins and I lived in an age of lore
We were young knights atop galloping steeds
As we walked the sands of Bogue
Diving for pearls when the tide was low
Young pirates sailing the deep green sound
An ol' compass and shells were our treasures found
As we walked the sands of Bogue
Our minds imagined a world without boundaries
Driftwood our muskets and long magical swords
With capes of towels we flew the skies blue
As we walked the sands of Bogue
Our feet were bare; we had dirt on our faces
We were all poor, but wealthier than kings
We had neither worries, nor a care in the world
As we walked the sands of Bogue
Old childhood memories of summer's past
The kingdom of youth has crumbled o'er time
Treasure of lost innocence I've longed to find
As I walk the sands of Bogue
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