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Boomers Bottle caps were currency Pop sticks were props Maple seeds Were whirly birds Spinning down like a tops Hopscotch drawn On the streets Jump ropes would twirl Double Dutch was fun to watch Especially for girls Quarters pitched toward a wall Closest takes all We played that game With baseball cards Some lost DiMaggio We grew up fast We learned the ropes And mostly on our own We’re called the Baby Boomers We’re "like a rolling stone” Bill MacEachern August 13, 2023
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Aug 13, 2023
Aug 13, 2023 at 4:00 PM UTC
Boomers
Boomers Bottle caps were currency Pop sticks were props Maple seeds Were whirly birds Spinning down like a tops Hopscotch drawn On the streets Jump ropes would twirl Double Dutch was fun to watch Especially for girls Quarters pitched toward a wall Closest takes all We played that game With baseball cards Some lost DiMaggio We grew up fast We learned the ropes And mostly on our own We’re called the Baby Boomers We’re "like a rolling stone” Bill MacEachern August 13, 2023
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