As i fondle with the memories of the past.
I remembered those unbelievable crew and cast.
In a time when no one could touch us.
In a place where we all were having a blast.
How i wish that time would last.

Although, now my joints are a rust.
And my hips are a fuss.
The memories of my past i still lust.
For me, that's such a plus.

Oh memories of the past.
You are my hope's last.
Please, please come back to me my sweet sweet memories of the past.

Leonard Lee

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