Times were different. There was etiquitte . . . . . . . . . . .
clarity and stability.
Sunny days, proper ways, chaste horseplays . . . . . . . . .
a fantasy cliche.
Time has set. Life's a fret . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
at home where I roam.
Rotten anger, almost danger, they're stranger . . . . . . . . .
am I being bitter?
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