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When life was slower, and we pushed lawnmowers. Adjusted the rabbit ears just to watch test patterns. I often wonder where the good old days have gone. So many memories ago. When I was a sprout, knee-high to a yardstick and there was penny bubble, and Dick Tracy.

Mom would sing me songs and granny snapped beans. The Good Lord watched from above as grandpa spit tobacco in a Mason Jar, while playing his fiddle. I often wonder where the good days have gone. So many autumns and Sundays ago. When the preacher, "Amen." And the choir shouted, "Hallelujah!" When life was slower.

Now we have scratch lotto tickets and speaks quotes from movie stars and basketballs players who have road sign tattoos. Talk about our neighbors and curse believers. Push a remote to watch soft porn with a cell phone glued to our ear. Watch NASCAR and get off on Jack Daniels and swear.

Still, I wonder, "Where has the penny bubble gum gone?"

 

 

 

 

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