Dec 02
I do recall when I was small,
There weren’t any gay men at all.
They farmed and fished,
And they would wish,
For a better life.
Men would drink brandy, wiskey and beer,
When I was small two men kissing were called queer.
I didn’t think that it was queer for men to love each other,
Kiss each other, hug each other brother.
IĀ love reminiscingĀ I love to watch men kissing.
Be happy, be merry, be gay, be true.
Oh I do like woman kissing too.