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I'D Choose 1955

Having come of age in the late 50s and early 60s, this piece was a natural for an old fart like me - Until you’ve spent an evening in a 1950s classic cruisin’ ‘round the way we did…until you’ve - “scooped the loop”… Seen a person panic as he struggles to extinguish the burning bag you’ve placed before his door - that’s filled with poop… Checked out all the poodle-skirted “chicks” while “Johnny Heartbreak” croons for all the rock-n-rollers dancin’ at the “hop”… Parked outside a drive-in where the food is served by cuties - racin’ ‘round on roller skates to bring you food an’ pop… Until you’ve soaped the windows on a car, or someone’s house, or T-Pd someone’s home and trees - a very nasty prank… Or passed the hat to round up change from those who have no car, hopin’ for some help to put some petrol in your tank… You’ll never fully understand the way it was back then, before the stinkin’ X-box and the Game-Boy came along. Before the raunchy movies, and the sleazy entertainers. It ain’t too hard for me to place the blame on what went wrong. And regardless of the way things were when you were in your teens…it’s actually tough to argue, friend, that --- 1955’s Not the year that…if the world were still the same as then…many more than have them now --- would have far nicer lives! PS: I've now got 4 new Audio-CDs - @ 4 1/2 hours each = (62 diversely varied pieces). They’re listed on EBAY - under - “Mark Stellinga Poetry” - or available by simply contacting me at -- mark@writerofbooks.com -- should those of you who enjoy listening to poems as well as reading them - and particularly those of you that travel - care to be so entertained. (We use safe and simple - PayPal) There are a bunch of my pieces on YouTube as well --- Cheers, Mark

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