Moderna Times Lady/Folks

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Why Oldie's Brood there is no use to keep clinging to the past... like embracing a lamp post.... but to move on the worlds moving fast.... unlike in times so old.... now lust is foremost.... where is she, she was to be on a date with me.... but my best friend winked at her and there she spent the night.... with him drinking and merry-making.... I had to wait outside.. She never came.... she returned to him..... He had a car and all the money... I had given her love but now hadn't a penny.... So lust and thrust survive today... no one can do a thing.... but twiddle thumbs and fingers swing till thin... Times have changed..... kids don't know their biological father... moms remarry, as they are not used to loneliness.... step pops sleep with step kids sadly impregnate them.... this is a sad story... it happens just imagine The family norm you speak of is buried.... its time you packed up too and got remarried, if there be a need.... kids can no longer their parents feed... Time's a-la changing indeed at jet speed

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