When it comes back around,
Because people are really no diff'rent,
Far back as you can count,
They just didn't have the things we have now,
Like we don't have their things,
What do you think you would be doing now,
With no car, internet, or onion rings?
I am not sure I would change all that much,
'slong as I had a pen,
Or chisel and rock, or oration skills,
And a bed to lie in,
Oh, and a friend,
Did they have those back then?
Someone to talk to about life's wonder,
And help each other out of depression.
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