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Simpler
times,
without the fray,
of internets,
…and facts and news and peoples searching, feeling,
tidal waves of bits,
under which we’re reeling.
Show me the way,
to that rarer air,
back where we played,
and the world seemed fair,
to before we knew,
that we never needed to know,
please, grant me some peace,
…let me go.
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