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Innocent Times
In earlier times,
People rubbed stones,
To get embers of survival
Those people genuinely cared
And shared
Not to get anything in return,
But to be human,
On life’s every turn
They swam in life’s waters
Just to be afloat
Not to come first
By tumbling anyone’s boat
No gadgets to hold
But they had more to see,
Whatever nature used to upload
Simple times
A shy, sly smile
Confirmed a yes
Even from distant mile!
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