Days of Old
There is no sign of an Esky
Nor sight of a barbecue
Not even one pesky fly
In this picture that I view
No sign of children playing
With bat and ball
No sign of guns and rifles
Not much to see at all
Just peace
People sitting on long grass
No sign of people drinking
Beer or spirits from a glass
The only thing I spy
Are adults and different cars
I know they can't be out in space
It was too early to fly to Mars
The only thing I can think of
That used to give some motorists pleasure
Back when people met in their cars
To find some hidden treasure
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