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Outside there was a Grapevine

That sat next to the house 

Where the boys would run under and through,

While mom picked and plucked 

Dad worked on the truck, We steered clear

for fear of a cussin’

There were smells lingering 

of fresh cut grass 

Of walnuts cracked clean in the yard

Near the dog gnawing hard

While he’s been hot trash treasure hunting

As the neighbor kids pass right on through

They have a football, so we knew what to do

Back then

There were movie nights 

And popcorn fights, we only argued 

About whose rented film was next

While the soda went flat

We told jokes about our moms being fat 

And rolled laughing through the credits 

We were young 

In the days of VHS, of excess 

Somewhere between 

Dawn of the Dead 

And the World Wide Web

It was ripe before it turned sour 

Before our hearts grew dour 

And the modern convenience 

Became absolute power

It was in the transfer of opulence 

To turbulence

That we sighed all nostalgic like 

And held each other just to feel something 

I remember, and so do you 

it was perfect

And it was hell

It still leaves us feeling blue

It was golden 

It was 

1992