Forgotten Antique
Some might say I'm old-fashioned
Well that's just simply not true
I know nothing at all about fashion
But I'm old so what am I to do
I was born in the nineteen sixtys
A sun heated rock the microwave
Cable tv meant wearing the tin foil hat
And no I didn't live in a cave
My bathroom was called the out house
A place where deep thoughts begin
I know I sound like I'm ancient
But the Flinstones were not my kin
Some of you might think this funny
But such was the life for me
I'm not old just a forgotten antique
Or a piece of history
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