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once there was a time
when the air was freshly blue water from the tap ran sparkling silver and you could eat a tasty red tomato from the vine not so long ago children played in tree-lined suburb streets came home laughing with the dinner bell and slept soundly in clean sheets after evensong as I grew up please and thank you were respected everyday words three home-cooked meals were eaten together at the table loving kin were the center of my universe when I was a boy insults were not a form of ordinary diversion brand name clothes and shoes didn't tempt us marijuana and beer didn't replace afternoon snacks so what happened to cause escalating divorce rates? is violence between strangers today's only reality? why do we pay extra to avoid eating impure food? can we not return, somehow to the simplicity of a family outing in the park a Saturday afternoon ice cream treat after the cinema ending each day with a sincere wish for sweet dreams? once there was a time when children were safe when they were eager to learn history and math when there was still hope for tomorrow hope for tomorrow 30 october, 2006 [2006.30.10a] Third Place Winner in "Iva Mae's Nostalgia Contest"
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