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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
