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Reviewing Mine Writings of Yore

Reviewing mine writings of yore... (today February nineteenth two thousand and twenty two) helps me to become more adept crafting literary endeavors. Remembrance of past circumstances and/or happenstances, which trials and tribulations (particularly warm fuzzy memories) brings to cobweb riddled mind a quaint uncomplicated existence, where childhood excitement arose simply acquiring library card, thenceforth selecting choice books idling away leisure hours mainly during twelve week long summer school break blissfully reading away, the closest approximation one strawberry blond Unitarian lad experienced seventh heaven. Ever since ability to read taught me courtesy mother dearest, I (when a happy go lucky little boy) found pleasant escape thru webbed wide world of mine imagination insync with printed words on page which aforementioned attestation declaration, habituation, mention, situation, and zonation bred fervent quest to quench insatiable thirst for knowledge. Fast forward when yours truly experienced emerging adulthood, upon which stage of mein kampf, he began to cobble, dabble, scribble... crafting poems about hardscrabble emotional life challenges in Lake Wobegon (I tip figurative hat to Garrison Keillor). These averred literary endeavors wrought usually comprising about dozen lines cautiously, deliberately, extemporaneously, noisily, obviously painstakingly keyed courtesy Underwood typewriter brand qwerty alphanumeric character arrangement visualize index finger accessing sought after hunt and peck method. I exerted mental effort, (and still put creative juices thru their paces) to apply words and punctuation application of colon and semi;colon quite nettlesome resident with the English Language. Upon espying a signature poem of mine forces unleash mental processes (triggering gears and cogs to turn slowly within noggin) scrutinize early feeble linkedin with pervasive pre ponder ring lurking predilection tib hush anonymous re: dears (dares) adventuresome mettle taking him/her to the brainy (briny) deep brink Icon fess this (NON FAKE) pretense, why aye metaphorically express courtesy medium of ordinary Anglophile alphabetic wonton poetrysoup, or figurative egg drop bubbling broth (el) doth brew) pronouns Sibyl affectation affliction sans plethora, where each ladle full adrip with richly flavor Times New Roman Font size twelve sincerely textured vocabulary.

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