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Time Used…

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Time used to be

When we could sit

Quietly

And reflect on past history;

A lifestyle of gentle ebbs and flows.

How I miss those early years,

Those simple, unpretentious folks

With clean, naïve and artless jokes

When crime was crime, make no mistake

And sentences carried out to break

The notion that one could escape

The law.

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©Denise G Allen, 12 March 2014 13:09