i remember the good old days
the old fashioned ways
when a dog was a dog and a cat was a cat
and nobody had a problem with that
i remember mr jones’s store
it isn’t there any more
i remember old mr jones
with his twinkling eyes and creaking bones
i remember old mrs jones
scooping and molding ice cream cones
the nickel for the cone burned a hole in my pants
the screen door banged and the shadows danced
i remember charlie chan
in a double feature with tarzan
w c fields with his thumbs in his vest
and john wayne riding through the west
i remember stoves with coal
and swimming in the old swimming hole
a dog named bud who came when you called
and the full moon shining over it all
i would give your information age
with its trillions of bytes of hate and rage
its temples of steel and towers of glass
to see bud running through the tall green grass
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