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Remebering When

I remember when bell-bottom pants were a fashion; I wore them not thinking I was a hippie protesting war with contention... mom was afraid I'd be drafted and lose me. I remember when an ice cream cone cost only a dime, all its ingredients were truly natural; now, all vendors compete and mime... one can't find that one that's sensational.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 6/13/2013 11:07:00 AM
Andrew you write of long ago so well. The hippe era, bell bottoms and beads. Nicely done. Warm Smiles, Connie
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Date: 6/13/2013 10:50:00 AM
those were the camelot-like days and your work expresses the true essence of years past done... beautiful, bittersweet work, andrew..:) huggs
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Date: 6/13/2013 10:31:00 AM
- Take good care of childhood memories. - Mothers are always protective of their children. - A pleasant poem, Andrew! - oxox / / Anne-Lise :))
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