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(originally composed approximately a half 
dozen plus years since this revision now, 
September 13th 2018 ~ 12:48 ante meridiem, 
which missive, I came across scrolling down 
volatile Memory Lane.)

As my recent blank day of birth 
passed by unevent
     fully for this Earth
ling (one week ago this Friday, 
     with another love handle 
     round my abdominal girth
nostalgia and reminiscence 
     for childhood (now...

     razed from sprawling roof 
     home and hearth
days of yore 
     (in modest mansion 
     memorialized with sentimental mirth
dwelling only situated 
     in mind's eye 
     of this author's reduced
 
     to fading words-worth...
324 Level road 
     Collegeville, Pennsylvania abode
gone with the wind 
     faint feeble foray 
     attempted with poetic code  
spurred this dim
     ming reflection soon... 

     near to come decades 
     will totally erode
reminiscence whar flowed 
nebulously gauzy, fuzzy, 
     and blurry cerebral blot, asper 
     a Harris family emotional 
     and spiritual sanctuary, 
     (and mecca), that once glowed

with plenti good crackling cheer, 
     a household load
did with cavorting cameraderie, 
     and social IP 
     (inter personal) node
where conviviality, gaity, 
     levity, et cetera slowed 
time to standstill, that irretrievable,
 
     where froggy all toad 
went a court'n 
     on golden fish pond...
not quite storybook 
     past zipped faster 
     with each subsequent year 
seems to fly at instagram, 
     snapchat, and shutterfly vear

really speed of light,
hence I decided to air 
sentimental well a wear
how such compressed images 
     a veritable splotch tear
drop shaped (pardon me 
     asthma myopic eyes 
     wax nostalgic, viz moisten stare

into metaphorical crucible where
Boyce and Harriet (the 
     latter deceased) both did rear
myself and deux 
     darling sisters (a prayer
could deliver, 
     no greater loving siblings – 
     all three of us near

approximately close in age, ah mere...
ah such thoughts 
     doth wince the psyche 
     of this frankly earnest, 
     modest smart Alick
     of me (just another brick) 
now this blurb on 
     many a virtual wall
 
     with just a mouse click 
away for any to read, 
     and comment with sleight flick
of wrist if the mood 
     evokes any reaction.
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