Oh! how I miss being a
minor,
The freshness of each
day,
Like a fruit produced
just in time
The belly aching kind of
laughs
Oh! How I miss being a minor,
Oh! How I miss being a minor,
Good OI’ days buried
Beneath the tide of
memory
Gone into oblivion
Engrossed in daily
busyness
Oh! how I miss being a
minor.
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