The First “Zip Line”

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In the Summer of nineteen sixty, when I was just fifteen;
I went to a July Fourth pool party, with lots of girls I’d never seen!
There was one that really caught my eye, real cute with long brown hair;
I liked what I was seeing, so I sidestroked over there!
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I went by and gently splashed her, she smiled and got me back;
When I saw that she really liked me, I moved in for my shark attack!
We talked and we tread some water, a little synchronized swimming too;
Then we got out and went to get changed, for fireworks and a barbeque!
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For some reason during that Summer, my pals and I thought it was cool;
To refrain from wearing underwear, and feel the freedom of our “tool”!
I raced down into the boy’s room, and threw my pants on very fast;
But when I quickly pulled up the zipper, I felt pain that would ever last!
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I’m sure you know what happened, I caught a piece of my skin in there;
It hurt so much I started crying, sometimes life just is not fair!
After freeing myself I ran to join her, she said, not to my surprise;
“You look like you’ve been crying”, I replied “It’s just the chlorine in my eyes”!