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Let's Go to the Good Times


As I walk my way through the day

Looking around

Mesmerized by the nature around me

So many silent faces around me. 

I wonder why no one conversates.

Then, I look below their noses to find...

Cell phones.

Trapped in their own little world.

 

I talk to my grandmother

Listen to her talk about the goood ol' days.

No cell phones

No computers

Only letters and talking.

This is the reason why they are known as the good ol' days.

 

Just imagine...

A world full of conversation,

No destractions,

No technology.

A world of laughter...

Not "LOL's"

A world full of life.

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