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Times i wouldnt mind going back to.....

I Want To Go Back To The Time When INNOCENCE Was NATURAL, Not FAKE. When GETTING HIGH Meant On A SWING, Not PROMOTIONS. When DRINKING Meant RASNA ORANGE, Not BEERS Or WHISKEYS. When DAD Was The Only HERO, Not DEPP Or TOM. When LOVE Was MOM’S HUG, Not The GIRL-FRIENDS' /BOY-FRIENDS'. When DAD’S SHOULDER Was The HIGHEST PLACE On The Earth, Not Your DESIGNATION. When Your WORST ENEMIES Were Your SIBLINGS, Not Your MANAGER.When The Only Thing That Could HURT Were BLEEDING KNEES, Not The TEARS Falling Down Your Cheeks. When The Only Things BROKEN Were TOYS, Not The DYING HEARTS. And When GOOD-BYES Meant TILL TOMORROW, Not For YEARS & YEARS.

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  1. Yeah. The innocence, nostalgic memories. And btw, add this; 'Those days when ASS only meant a donkey, BOOTY meant a big shoe, PUSSY meant cat, KISS was just some UK tv station, etc. U ever had such times?

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  2. I did...and i miss them lots,sad part is,even names have been dragged into the mess,u cant name ur kid dick,juu atachekelewa!...btw thanks for the feedback!

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  3. Welcome. I always look forward to your posts. When all akina Galis are talking about is zegz, where else do you get the assurance that there is more to life than here?
    I'd perhaps just say two words; orio mno! And, mulembe!( you're Lunje right?)

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