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DreamyGeorge Burnett Devine

Longing

When we were at the age of four, We sure were hard to please; We longed to play with lousy dogs Then get our hair full o' fleas. At ten we longed for slimy frogs, And fight the stinging bumble bees; We often wished that we could climb, Like chattering monkeys in the trees. At twelve we longed for man's estate, That we might come and go Wherever fancy seemed to call, Or travel with a medicine show. At twenty-five we were in love, And longed for pretty girls; Wished we had a million bucks, To buy them rings and strings of pearls.
DreamyGeorge Burnett Devine

Lickin's

When your thoughts turn gently backwards To them days of long ago, Don't forget them good old lickin's When our Ma's would mix the dough. We were only little puppies And be snoozin' in the hay; And we'd get a sniff of cookin' "Oh, boy! It's bakin' day!" We'd do a bit o' grumblin' While totin' in the coal; But we wasn't sayin' nothin' When we'd get the mixin' bowl. It might be lemon custard, Or maybe choc'lit cake; But them surely were the lickin's Our Ma's knowed how to make.
DreamyGeorge Burnett Devine

Sweet Marie

It seems to me but yesterday That I was a lad, and you Were just a little girlie With eyes of baby blue. I wore a suit of corduroy And you a crimson gown; Your hair resembled ripened wheat And mine was curly brown. We dreamed the dreams of childhood, While playing on the green; And often planned that we would wed When you were sweet sixteen. And other dreams of childhood Never have come true; And though my hair is turning gray I often think of you.

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