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When we were kids
Life lay in front of us
Like the road to summer holidays.
We sat in the back of the car
We played, laughed, sang
And asked Daddy to stop the car
So we could pick flowers.

I left Daddy's car
On the highway.
I took a side path
Thinking it was a shortcut.

Where is the sunny beach?
Did I take a wrong turn?
Can I go back?
Can I still get there?