Little cloudy, little humid, a few lantern flies… but worth it.
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Carried your books from school
Playin’ make believe you’re married to me
You were fifth grade, I was sixth when we came to be
Walking home every day over Barnegat Bridge and Bay
‘Til we grew into the me and you
Who went our separate ways