When we were young
we rode our bikes 15 miles,
on the highway you helped build
that was not yet open to cars,
The road was ours
the summer hot
my hair long, blowing in the wind,
We flung our arms to the world
and to each other
stopped and made love on the river bank
Little did we know
the future that was ours
the many years we would have together
because on this day
all we saw, tasted, felt, cared about
was this one day
the summer sun
and the joy
of being together.
Doctor Grandma 
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