One Perfect Day

I remember as a child

a very special day.

I've never seen a bluer sky,

I think it was in May.

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I recall, my friend and I,

(the boy who lived next door)

were playing hop scotch, it

must have been in nineteen-forty-four.

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The sun shone warm upon us

and the air was fresh and sweet,

it was such a wondrous day

that never will repeat.

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It seemed as if I were born

that one moment to enjoy,

whiling away the hours

with the neighbor boy.

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How was that day different?

Just another day in May,

I wish I knew just what it was

that made it my one perfect day.