Bobby socks and poodle skirts, chewing gum and skateboards,
the soda fountain malted, a two-strawed creme delight,
unlocked doors and picnics, rocking on the front porch,
'What happened to the good old days? ' a question that is trite.
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Christine, a wonderfully nostalgic poem! If we could only turn back the clock... Brian