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Apr 2022
You only see it now in photographs
and hear it on old phonographs,
how things were,

I was there in how things were
and they weren't like that at all,

they're making halcyon out of silicon
trying to sell you images that never
existed,
and they call them salad days,
they were only salad days because
nobody could afford meat.

you'll only be fooled if you want to be
because like me
you saw
how things were
first hand.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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