And how much I miss it.
The hot asphault practically melting ones shoes.
The long warm up runs that almost always seemed to end in a push-up contest for whatever reason.
The long days of summer practices, the games, the contests.
The practices of many hours, the friends. The good times and how they rolled.
It was everything to me once and how I miss it so.
There are a lot of things I miss, and this is one of them.
How I wish I had someone I could hold here at home, someone to keep me company as I play my lonely trumpet into the deep velvety night with a lusty serenade of times past, how I miss it so.
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