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my generation

My Generation
My generation had nothing but imagination 
Growing up on the outskirts of Dublin city
working families all around bound to 
make the best of every pound
nothing came easy to anyone but the
community spirit was strong
you could count on your hand from a thousand men
going to collage back then 
trades and factories most did do fifteen clock card for you
all was well then evil did fall heroin blackened the community hall
rising up to this bad spell communities began to ring the bells
addiction centres opened there doors revolving for evermore 
sport and education hope and destination next generation

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Date: 4/27/2017 5:15:00 PM
What a scourge! I was a detective in a high heroin addiction area in the mid 90's That drug was the downfall of many happy families. Thanks for sharing your poem, Apt title also. Regards, Craig
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niall fulham
Date: 4/27/2017 5:49:00 PM
Hi Craig, thanks for comment and thanks for protecting :)