She looked out to the Sky

And memories came floating by

Some Sweet, Some Bad

Some Great, Some Mad

They will always go hand-in-hand

The Sweet, The Bad, The Great, The Mad

So what is she to do?

She only wants to hold on tight

To the sweet ones, that just feel right

Get Cracking, Get Moving and then Get Shaking….

There are always

New memories in the making

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