Sunday, February 12, 2017

Waiting For The Mail Comments

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Through the fifties, on the farm, while I was just a kid
Ten miles from town, it seemed the world, from us, was safely hid.
There was a phone, a hundred yards, down where my grandma dwelled,
And television! black and white, with all the charm it held.
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Dennis Lange
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