the good ole days
hotpants and short shots were a big deal
families sat together to share each dinner meal
telephones were attached by cords to a wall
rickrack decorated dresses when I was small
respect was a given, people looked out for each other
we especially knew to defer to our father and mother
the good ole days are something I dream of often
the spankings were harsh, parents did not soften
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