Drop dead Baby boomers
fiction
edward w pritchard
Admit it, Jimi Hendrix carried on too long sometimes in a solo,
The wildest girl ever found on a Friday night went too far if Sunday morning at nine AM she wouldn't shut off when the time had come to sit and read the paper,
Peace and love is fine, but we need jobs, don't knock those that connive at the local defense plant making drones and smart bombs for secret undeclared wars
we must be moderate sometimes, time passes, we are over sixty now, the next generations must step center stage,
drop dead baby boomers
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