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Take a walk down memory lane…….

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»I have no idea who put this together, but it’s wonderful!!

>Long ago and far away, in a land that time forgot, 
>Before the days of Dylan , or the dawn of Camelot. 
>There lived a race of innocents, and they were you and me, 
> 
>For Ike was in the White House in that land where we were born, 
>Where navels were for oranges,and Peyton Place was porn. 
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>We learned to gut a muffler, we washed our hair at dawn, 
>We spread our crinolines to dry in circles on the lawn.. 
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>We longed for love and romance, and waited for our Prince, 
>And Eddie Fisher married Liz , and no one’s seen him since. 
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>We danced to ‘Little Darlin,’ and sang to ‘Stagger Lee ‘ 
>And cried for Buddy Holly in the Land That Made Me, Me. 
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> Only girls wore earrings then, and 3 was one too many, 
>And only boys wore flat-top cuts, except for Jean McKinney . 
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>And only in our wildest dreams did we expect to see 
>A boy named George with Lipstick, in the Land That Made Me, Me. 
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>We fell for Frankie Avalon , Annette was oh, so nice, 
>And when they made a movie, they never made it twice.. 
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>We didn’t have a Star Trek Five, or Psycho Two and Three, 
>Or Rocky-Rambo Twenty in the Land That Made Me, Me. 
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>Miss Kitty had a heart of gold, and Chester had a limp, 
>And Reagan was a Democrat whose co-star was a chimp. 
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>We had a Mr. Wizard,  but not a Mr. T, 
>And Oprah couldn’t talk yet, in the Land That Made Me, Me. 
>We had our share of heroes, we never thought they’d go, 
>At least not Bobby Darin, or Marilyn Monroe. 
> 
>For youth was still eternal, and life was yet to be, 
>And Elvis was forever in the Land That Made Me, Me. 
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>We’d never seen the rock band that was Grateful to be Dead, 
>And Airplanes weren’t named  Jefferson , and Zeppelins were not Lead. 
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>And Beatles lived in gardens then, and Monkees lived in trees, 
>Madonna was Mary in the Land That Made Me, Me. 
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>We’d never heard of microwaves, or telephones in cars, 
>And babies might be bottle-fed, but they were not grown in jars. 
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>And pumping iron got wrinkles out, and ‘gay’ meant fancy-free, 
>And dorms were never co-ed in the Land That Made Me, Me. 
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>We hadn’t seen enough of jets to talk about the lag, 
>And microchips were what was left at the bottom of the bag. 
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>And hardware was a box of nails, and bytes came from a flea, 
>And rocket ships were fiction in the Land That Made Me, Me. 
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>Buicks came with portholes, and side shows came with freaks, 
>And bathing suits came big enough to cover both your cheeks. 
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>And Coke came just in bottles, and skirts below the knee, 
>And Castro came to power near the Land That Made Me, Me. 
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>We had no Crest with Fluoride, we had no  Hill Street  Blues,
>We had no patterned pantyhose or Lipton herbal tea 
>Or prime-time ads for those dysfunctions in the Land That Made Me, Me. 
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>There were no golden arches, no Perrier to chill, 
>And fish were not called Wanda , and cats were not called Bill. 
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>And middle-aged was 35 and old was forty-three, 
>And ancient were our parents in the Land That Made Me, Me. 
> 
>But all things have a season, or so we’ve heard them say, 
>And now instead of Maybelline we swear by Retin-A. 
>They send us invitations to join AARP, 
>We’ve come a long way, baby, from the Land That Made Me, Me. 
> 
>So now we face a brave new world in slightly larger jeans, 
>And wonder why they’re using smaller print in magazines. 
>And we tell our children’s children of the way it used to be, 
>Long ago and far away in the Land That Made Me, Me. 
> 
>If you didn’t grow up in the fifty’s,
>you missed the greatest time in history!   

                     HAPPY MEMORIES !!!