@Phiny
The Plot
Life was good and enjoyable . The days were kind and the months were mild I played with dolls made of clay Which breathed in my hands night and day? Now middle-aged and in my prime I watch the children rock and rhyme The steps unsure, their songs quite strange Living their lives beyond our range Their toys are guns from another land Rat-a-tat of a plundering band Shootings 'em down as is done in films Coming from the seas in rolls and reams The world is upside down like the bat of night Waiting for the hands to set it right
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