My child
Ketchup
Brown sugar
Ber or cola
Whatever else
Dressed up up ketchup
But some damn good sauce
We BBQed
Neighbors BBQED
We all brought a side dish
Children played
Yes, block parties were common
Company picnics to
The athe internet
Nobody trusts no one no more
People hide behind locked doors ahead of what the world has in store (Watermelon I hope)
Sorry about that
The Great Wipe happened
We lost ourselves
The world moved on
My child
Yes
We had bullies
Yes
We had thugs (or hoods as we called them)
But
There were far more good people back then
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