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My Generation

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Rebellious hearts won fame and infamy,
And knew black nights of burgundy.
Then resisted we the merest tyranny;
For we'd so long longed to be free. So hip and wild and young--
We touched tongue to tongue.
And to our dreams fiercely clung;
Children of the flowers we frolicked among. In an age of such degeneration,
Blossomed the youth of my generation;
Who had a penchant for creation,
And caused very much diversification. We graced museums with pop art,

And sang pop music from the heart.
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Khairul Ahsan 29 October 2020

'And to our dreams fiercely clung' - Loved the emphatic pronouncement. 'Baby, tell me, where did the years go? Of smoky rooms, black nights and disco, And the rosy mornings of love's afterglow? ' - All these live only in nostalgia now! A good poem to read and recite, well done!

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