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Nostalgia For Yesteryear of Boyhood

(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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