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child of the seventies

I grew up in the seventies
man I miss the feeling in the air
it was the feeling of freedom

I lived in a small neighborhood
never remember an adult it was just us kids
disco on the radio...

collecting pop bottles for rollerskating
Saturday Night Fever at the theaters
the adults talked in hushed tones
and whispers about this film

shag carpeting, wood-paneled dens
us kids would play all day
swimming at the neighborhood pool

innocent kisses were stolen by a streetlight
then I said I have to go
Buck Rogers is on
and I can't miss love boat

Dorthy Hamel haircuts
dancing in polyester slacks
man, we were slick

somewhere as in all stories,
there is a monster...we had ours
Ted Bundy hunt the night

one night my older sisters...
wanted to cruise the Blvd.
so they put lip gloss on me
and had me sit on a pillow
it was so much fun
being grown up for a night

now I wish I could go back...
to the seventies
to be a kid again...
bell bottom blues got to me today
sigh, take me back...

Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
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