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Prob not a winning vision
tail-end baby boom ain't same
cushiness likely to crash
before there's 'nuff cash
us born between sixty and seven
are social security
burdens on generations
beyond and unlearned
n'er the less we plant veggies
remembering those wedgies
of innocence unsung youth
hope springs eternal.