I can remember when reality seemed like the way to go,
when life was good and understood by most,
when the neighbors were considered more than suspects,
when they were thought of more as friends,
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I like this poem...a lot. But one thing comes to mind...if feuding families stayed together...and pretended to be nice...where is the reality? I being the occasional pessimist that I can be...see families that stay together with a 'nice' cover story...all the while having disfunctional inner workings. But...I DO recall those days...very well. Nice work my friend! You were busy last summer! : -) Hugs, Dee