Picture Shows - Poem by bobby beddoe
I wish for the days of the drive-in theater!
Wish there was an exit for to return back there
That leads to the Citrus;
But, it’s quite obvious
I can’t go back to when was once a teenager!
Also, heard the drive-in has changed since the fifties,
Now the place is covered in weeds - no more movies.
Tho, it’s lost in obscurity,
I can view movies on DVD,
Then catch Obama in the NEWS for the comedies!
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