The Good Old DaysA Poem by Patricia B. HeplerGrandpa, tell me about the good old days Did you work? Did you play? Just what did you do all day? Did you catch lightning bugs and save them in a jar? Is it true that you never knew what is was like to ride in a car? Where's the creek that you did seek cool relief from playing in the sun? And just how did all of you learn to have fun? Grandpa, tell me about the good old days Did you work? Did you play? Just what did you do all day?
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