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Kneehigh to an Indiana Jigger

Only birds tweeted and their tweets were longer than a hundred and forty characters.

Now, from where I sit, Older than I thought I'd ever be, The world has grown and so has time.

Kneehigh to an Indiana Jigger
(Raanana, January 19, 2018)

When I was kneehigh to an Indiana jigger
Only birds tweeted and their tweets were longer
Than a hundred and forty characters,
Posts came in and went out tin boxes
With rounded roofs and red metal flags
That notified you when you had mail,
And when you shared something
It got divided among those you shared it with
Instead of getting multiplied by infinity.
I'm not saying times were better then,
Just that they were different.
Nobody needed to speak a foreign language
Because most of the world you'd ever see
Was ten miles or less from home.
Now, from where I sit,
Older than I thought I'd ever be,
The world has grown and so has time.
We remain the same
But the same has gotten smaller.

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