by Hal C Clark
there was a time at age five
you could run away
and not cause your parents concern
the neighborhood had eyes
there was a time
when you could explore forests of vacant lots
hunt for treasure there
do secret things
the neighborhood had ears
now is a time
of trusting no one
the neighborhood blind-deaf-mute
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