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CandyLady#3000
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Back In Da Day

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Remember back in the day When rubbing alcohol Cleaned the scratches On LP's and 45's, And placing a nickel on A phonograph needle Kept the party alive. When Now-n-laters were a dime, And playing catch-a-girl-kiss-a-girl wasn't a crime. When you ran home after school, To watch the Flintstones and Gilligan's Island, To see if those 7 crazy castaways Would ever make it to dry land. When slogans like 'When you give A kid a book you give a kid a break', And a 'Mind is a terrible thing to waste', Were generated for kids sake. When you dropped a piece of candy Then picked it up and kissed it up to God, But you didn't dare perform that ritual In front of your mom 'cause you knew it was odd. When party rap was the in thing, And when you went to a party A gift or a card with a dollar in it is what You'd bring. When colorful plastic jackets And jelly bean sandals were all the rage, And you got your first summer job and $3.35 was the minimum wage. When you wore high water pants or floods, And your friends made jokes about them That were all duds, When it was a treat to go downtown To watch a Bruce Lee or Spike Lee flick, And you'd eat popcorn and cotton candy Until it made you sick. When someone called your mama, It was sure to cause all kinds of drama, But the street fight ended, Without a doubt, When the street lights went out. When family reunions were something You looked forward to attending, You got a chance to meet new relatives And with the old ones there was time for fence mending. When you could ride around all Sunday On Super transfers, When you chased rainbows and didn't curse. Life was a little bit simpler back then, So that is where I prefer to take my pen, And conjure up memories from days gone by, In these perilous times is there any question why?




 

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The Immortal Wize says:

Enjoyed every bit of this trip down memory lane, it's as if you was picking the shrimp out ma gumbo pot. Much Respect!

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