JFK - that embraces the mood in fine style. Novelists of yesteryear wrote of such things in ways that would be seen now as quaint or perhaps as bland precursers to modern gay literature. Not quite the same thing...those glad, sad fleeting days of impressionable adolescence.

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Original item by M.C. Newberry

And there were woodland hollows of green lawn
Where boys with windy hair and wine-wet lips
Danced on the sun-splashed grass; and hills of dawn
That looked out seaward to the distant ships.

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Original item by M.C. Newberry