the great depression
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Dear 1929,
No shoes, no food, no water,
The Great Depression is here.
No toys, no games, no clothes,
Kids like me have so much to fear.
No roof on top of my head at night,
Yes we are in a time of sorrow
Yes there may not be a tomorrow
But today we shall Rejoice, Rejoice
It seems so long ago that the illusion faded
And we were left with barren dirt
The colorful night life now evaded
As we all try to save our own souls.
It took so long for us to realize
