Hey everybody's talkin'about the good old days, the good old days, the good old days... oh why does it seem the past is always better, we look back and think the winters were warmer, the grass was greener, the skies were bluer and smiles were bright?



Crèmes à la cerise et à la menthe façon Gladys Knights' red blossoms

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