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Two girls walked
barefoot down my street
through the dust
sliding their feet
lifting their dresses
avoiding the dirt
laughing at the boys
who’d smile and flirt
I think they were sisters
maybe just friends
I don’t really remember
way back then
I know one was my girlfriend
soon to be wife
now she’s your mother
the love of your life

Soon you are off to school
upon your child’s seat
there’s not much dirt left now
within our windswept street