Bamba
Once, there
was a town,
Where we
used to roam;
Through the
straight and narrows,
Romping all
the way home;
Skimming
the beach sands,
Across
Railway Lines;
Putting bat
to ball,
On every
street defined;
Ringing on
every doorbell,
Scamping
down the Streets;
Frolicking
in the Sunshine,
Dripping in
rainy beats;
The patter
of small feet,
Those days
were filled with smiles;
A child’s
delightful retreat,
We’ve
walked a million miles.
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