When I was a boy, children feared
polio and the atom bomb, and we were
instructed to avoid swimming in farm ponds
and to turn our gaze from the brilliant
flash in the sky. They also taught us
to fear communism, but I liked the idea
of sharing what we have on this earth­­—
washing machines, bicycles, wool hats.

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