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Aug 2016
Ole, to listen to some talk about those good olds days is a dream.
Where?
For some it was great.
While for others it a total trial of misery.

Oh, many remember those segregated water fountains and theaters.

Good for one.
And not for the other.

Oh, yes the rules that treated one royally.
And the others secondary.

Now it's the primary loving the good od days.
Where?
They feel high and mighty about the past.
When things was held back for others to gain.
While the accomplished getting over to get their way.

Notice, rules placed into law against those that couldn't vote.
To some a running joke.
Even had the support of the Supreme Court during that time.

Yes, the good old days.
I'm for one glad they have faded.
Like a sad memory you wish to forget.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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