Happy 212th birthday Charles Dickens

Happy 212th birthday Charles Dickens Though written three hundred and sixty five days ago, the following poetic commemoration doth not warrant any modification. Said prolific author born February 7, 1812, whose living descendents I would be thrilled to befriend, hence if anonymous reader by some genetic fluke linkedin to said prolific storied author please kindly reciprocate. greetings mutual friend, hard times dash great expectations in this bleak house, whereby battle of life ensues when Sunday chimes from master humphrey’s clock issue somber american notes invoking overshadowing doom from young gentlemen: oliver twist, nicholas nickleby, barnaby rudge martin chuzzlewit, david copperfield, young cricket and on the hearth little dorrit collaborated on pickwick papers with dombey and son detailing how I (a haunted man/ ghost’s bargain) alias mudfog got self absorbed in his old curiosity shop hunted down by boyhood days (akin to an endless Christmas carol frieze as child’s history), now a thick dust covered holiday romance memory portraying this signal-man (according to george silverman’s explanation) eerily similar to the mystery of edwin drood, exiled after his trial for murder birthing three ghost stories inhabiting a haunted house affecting the young couples lamplighter an uncommercial traveler evidenced by pictures from italy prone to speeches, sketches by boz and his lazy tour an oft repeated tale of two cities best read at dusk.