When I think back into the time
of me as teenage-girl right in her prime
the telephone it had a dial,
you couldn’t pull it for a mile because the cable was in style.
Internet we did never see, we were outside with our injured knee.
We played, we ran and we have kicked,
ice cream was from us all licked,
and friends not only simply clicked.
We loved to read the Tolkien Orc and had pinboards out of cork
we pinned there photo jam, this was our Instagram.
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We were not tattooed if you had checked,
we never found any cars we wrecked
never any walls we specked
but if we had them ever flecked, at least the spelling was correct.
Ebay didn’t yet exist, but our trash-day wasn’t missed.
Amazon was analogue
and named “Sears” as catalogue.
Singing and running was ‘in vogue’.
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New pairs of jeans they did look new
no hint of undies, no slightest clue,
mine everyone just sure could tell
was the one with the small bell.
Yellow were the bathroom walls, if you didn’t have brown stalls
of brightness we kids had our share, to survive we put some stickers there.
‘Spin the bottle’ and grapevine and then the words ‘will you be mine’,
It sounds funny, but it’s true, no Match.com, we still got through.
Smoothie was called apple sauce, YouTube was an unknown loss
and please, don’t go and make a face, Pokémon was paper chase.
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(Copyright, Aurora Jean Alexander, December 2017)
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