In my youth:
I was younger.
Times were simpler.
I had more hair.
There was no Rock and Roll.
Everyone respected their elders.
I walked 3 miles to school, uphill both ways.
We got mail more than once a day. And not all of it was bills!
There were no seat belts.
Dates were chaperoned.
Wars were actually WON!
When I was young.
Monday, September 28, 2009
The Good Old Days
Posted by Master of Puppets at 1:11 PM
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4 comments:
Your last few poems were well written, but now I want to see a longer, more sustained one. Give it a try.
+3
And get your damn photos up already!
I can't post my photos. My computer's been having problems with uploading pictures.
And you told me to keep it brief.
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