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Days of youth are missed,
When skins were soft,
Smooth and supple,
As laughter and giggles,
Broke out Quite frequently,
And smiles were used always,
When happiness and joy,
Lived in the hearts of merry kids,
Who played on streets with other kids,
Among the safety of neighborhoods,
Friendship and family were valuable,
Health and normality are now sought,
In the post-modernity,
Of an ever-changing,
Ever-evolving,
Ever-developing age,
Where nothing seems extraordinary,
As different signs, Messages,
And Symbols bombard us,
The average citizen,
Through a little box,
That dominates,
And rules our lives,
Quite indirectly.
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either one and i agree sooo much with you
excellent messages.....or could be the little box society tries to put us in...either way i enjoyed this write