Remember running wild and free
when we hung out by the river,
you and Markus and Tim and me.
We'd walk for an eternity.
We took what life could deliver
remember running wild and free.
Our voices echoed loud with glee
till it got dark and we'd shiver,
you and Markus and Tim and me.
Quite often we went absentee.
Mum got cross but we'd forgive her
remember running wild and free.
Our parents tried to oversee.
They went mad and made us quiver,
you and Markus and Tim and me.
Then we grew up. Now we're forty,
This memory is a sliver.
Remember running wild and free,
you and Markus and Tim and me.
© Copyright Suzanne Honour 2002-2003
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