The
young of those years
Religion
didn't play a big part in it
When
the boys were growing up
The
idea of meeting girls came
Everyone
tried to act smart
Like
the peacock showing of the colours
The
boys would study in groups
Meeting
in the library
But
the eyes weren't on the books
It
was the girls across the table..
The
brave ones would start the move
The
shy ones would just look
Even
in church services
The
hormone charged boys would go
Listening
to the church services
The
eyes would scout for girls
The
world for them would change
Escaped
dreams into reality doses
The
books were the camouflage
For
the girls kept flowing back
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