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We’re lying in bed.


Stillness all around


There’s not a sound


Except in my head.


Of happy songs, children laughing.


Kids celebrating youth,


Like it never would end.


Not long ago,


They sat on our knees.


We drew cartoons, flew to the moon,


Trimmed Christmas Trees.


But time has flown


Look how they’ve grown.


Soon she’ll be you


And soon he’ll be


Like me.


There’s no rewinding, no replay,


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Stillness all around


There’s not a sound


Except in my head.


Of happy songs, children laughing.


Kids celebrating youth,


Like it never would end.


Not long ago,


They sat on our knees.


We drew cartoons, flew to the moon,


Trimmed Christmas Trees.


But time has flown


Look how they’ve grown.


Soon she’ll be you


And soon he’ll be


Like me.


There’s no rewinding, no replay,


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The Ballad of Papa Joe

By Ricky Lo | June 20, 2004 - 12:00am

It’s 2 a.m. We’re lying in bed. Stillness all around There’s not a sound Except in my head. Of happy songs, children laughing. Kids celebrating youth, Like it never would end. Not long ago, They...

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