When my head lifts,
prior to sleep, the 40s
bounce into view, neat?
The 50s started
to slide ’em aside
those deep-finned beasts
that continue to glide.
The 60s, are gettin’ closer now,
familiars growl into view, Bethel, NYC too
yeah, the 70s punked up fast,
copied like crazy,
didn’t last. 80s were
AIDS and Princess Di
the miners and Roxy Music,
90s so near, choosin’ a Blur, or an Oasis, or
the Manchester Arena bombing which
is the reason that I’m here.
Ariana Grande, our kids, y'know
very near m’dear.

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