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ecrivan Member Elite
since 2001-12-10
Posts 3923my own state 
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They gave their hearts for love meant you were a hawk not a dove children gutted capfuls of fishy liver oil parents boarded screeching streetcars. in those days, you never refused a dime and you would pick a penny from the curb now so much jargon can be read from blurbs housewives call in sick, no work to disturb. shoppers run to malls,with hearts all wrapped children board metros and buses at low fare the masses grow,the world keeps no promises art groups fill austere underworlds, no premises My bags slowly fill even tough I empty them my breathes are thinned, yet air still abounds I once gave my heart and soul for love masses grow, the world keeps no promises. [This message has been edited by ecrivan (02-26-2002 01:28 AM).] |
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Magicmystery Senior Member
since 2002-02-13
Posts 821Windsor, Ontario, Canada |
I still pick up pennies... ya know, 100 of them will still make a dollar... or 62 cents U.S. And I can remember when it only took 5 of them to buy a chocolate bar or 10 bubble gums.... Am I showing my age? Great Poem!!! Love, Light and Peace, Sherry Cherish the good memories past and look forward to the adventure called Tomorrow. |
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ecrivan Member Elite
since 2001-12-10
Posts 3923my own state |
I cherish those memories too Sherry! I too would dream of scraping up the extra penny for a nickel bag of chips. |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
There are truly no guarantees, are there?.. only choices... Nicely done, ecrivan..  |
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ecrivan Member Elite
since 2001-12-10
Posts 3923my own state |
Hi Nan, Sadly so, or as a cousin used to say "the way you make your bed is the way you sleep in it."  |
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