Past is a joke book with no jokes

It was something you said,
That day, that time, in that past,
And then I had said something else,
And we had laughed.

Too many anecdotes such
We’ve washed off our soiled sleeves,
Our whitened collars and elegant touch,
Everyday,
Make Peter Pan grieve.

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