Boomers remember sleeping in the yard,
on the porch,
Before midtown became infested with their
drugs,
their cheap thrills,
the creeps that go with them,
the fear that haunts us today.
Perceptive, passionate, and daring thoughts and feelings about our difficult times.
Boomers remember sleeping in the yard,
on the porch,
Before midtown became infested with their
drugs,
their cheap thrills,
the creeps that go with them,
the fear that haunts us today.
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