We were young and bold,
People’s blood ran cold.
Were all for action,
To grab some attention.
Our group of seven,
Had a name given,
For it was obvious,
We were notorious.
We feared nothing,
Ready for anything.
Were totally reckless,
Couldn’t care less.
Not a thought of mortality,
Only to our originality.
Devoted parents nurtured,
---- And so we matured.
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