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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=363537" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Summer Of ‘63</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Everyone will have a year <br>that they will never forget, <br>for some reason or other. <br>Mine is 1963 <br>and the summer of that year.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The year started normal, <br>but before it was over <br>my life would change. <br>Something would possess me <br>and never entirely go away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was eighteen at the time, <br>no steady girlfriend to call mine. <br>Then one day with my wages, she came. <br>I smiled and for some reason, <br>I wanted to go out with her.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A few weeks later, I got the chance. <br>I bucked up enough courage to ask her out. <br>So then, it started my first big romance. <br>Her name was Joyce Knapp, <br>but she liked to be called Joy, I remember that.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From June to September, <br>our romance grew strong. <br>Then one day it was over as sudden as it began, <br>with her immortal words one night. <br>I love you, but I don’t want to hurt you <br>so I’m packing you up.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We parted; a lot of tears filled my eyes. <br>She said we could see each other, <br>but I said I’d rather not. <br>Just one clean break <br>and tell everyone we were through.<br> <br>So off I wandered broken hearted, <br>looking for someone to ease the pain. <br>It wasn’t a someone that did it for me, <br>rather a something you see. <br>A turning point in my life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>In 1963, the Beatles were all the rave; <br>everyone wanted a link, <br>to associate themselves with them. <br>I had my link in my birthday June 18th. <br>It is the same birthday as Paul McCartney.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The year maybe different, but never mine, <br>we share the same month and day. <br>So I said to a friend of mine at the time Ian Freeman, <br>why don’t we write a song together. <br>I know a little about music.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A date and a time was made <br>and we’d meet at my house. <br>We were going to write, a number one best seller, <br>but what came out would make glass break. <br>A much dreaded Shake Little Baby, Shake.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It never got further than the lyric stage, <br>a right little stinker to ever grace a page. <br>We went on to write another would you believe, <br>called Little Wandering Girl. <br>I think she is wandering still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ian had had enough and I didn’t blame him, <br>but I soldiered on through songs, <br>short stories, novels and poems, <br>to where I am now. <br>So now, you see how it started for me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A long time ago in the summer of ‘63. <br>I have only one regret you see. <br>I never got a chance to thank, <br>Joy and Ian as I lost contact with them. <br>I hope they may read this one day, and contact me <br>so I can thank them properly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">20 July 2007</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Harris">David Harris</a><div class=q>
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that they will never forget, 
for some reason or other. 
Mine is 1963 
and the summer of that year.

The year started normal, 
but before it was over 
my life would change. 
Something would possess me 
and never entirely..."></div>
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