When in the chronicle of wasted time (Sonnet 106)
The past becomes sparkly and clean. The 80s & 90s are bright and colorful–full of children laughing and playing out in the safety of suburbia. Racism, who? Sexism, where? Never mind the AIDS crisis, or the Satanic Panic (RIP to so many innocent goths), or the freaking COLD WAR.
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