The eighty days of summers past
when summer days forever last
with eighty days; no reason, rhyme
which ones of eighty tress to climb?
Or eighty trains; which one to take?
Bikes, adventures, dens to make.
Grans and Grandads; eighty teas
eighty bread and butters; please!
Eighty summers long and hot
those hazy summers; now forgot.
Now eighty summers further on -
where have eighty summers gone?
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