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Mine Impossible Self Educating Mission...

Finds muss elf facing Lenovo
     (external Macbook
     Pro screen) whoosh'n
with all manner 
     of thoughts cascading,
     flowing and swoosh'n
thru ma mind like
     yoyo wing thoughts,

     whether right now
     aboot me late Russian
maternal grandfather,
     who made a 
     lasting imp Prussian
though whose departure
     more'n deuce
     score years ago,

     nonetheless left 
     many a question
on me boyhood 
     memory, no matter
     he predominantly talked
     Yiddish with smidgen
of English peppering conversation
     with scant sprinkling of

     Anglo Saxon known to him
     despite crossing ocean
as a scrappy young lad,
     (and hightailing to America
     as a possible stowaway)
     for some notion
never told, hence I prevaricate
     whipping oop tall tales

     courtesy magic potion
of spellbinding words,
     not the least bit concerned
     freely falsifying any quotation,
cuz no paper trail
     extant for citation,
nor other medium survived
     attesting to birth family

     of said relation
     Morris (Moishe) Kuritsky,
     his near half century ago
     passing into oblivion,
     sans after major life mission
emigrating to Ellis Island
     bing faux scion of
     attending sewing spool

     as self taught
     harried styled swift tailor
     finding goo goo 
     doll young bride
     (eighteen Earth orbitz
     round the sun his junior),
     she died during her late 50's
     (during early nineteen sixties)

     attributed to poor nutrition,
which definitely aggravated
     by poor dentition
tooth fully, not 
     fondly remembered for

     doting o'er my mama
     (the last born) 
     as favored offspring
     at psychological expense
     for beastly crush'n
life source of two eldest daughters.
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