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Schlerotic schlemiel schleps and says Shalom

Schlerotic schlemiel schleps...and says Shalom... to anonymous readers March 6th, 2021 (blustery and chilly Saturday) reminiscing about mien kampf, when precious irretrievable youth frittered away within emotional wilderness of mine. Into lonely senescence - three plus decades already elapsed trepidation, hesitation, abdication... unbearably tugging, shouldering, remonstrating accumulation of "baggage" thumb of right hand thrust out silently raving, quaking cursing ultimatum parents (soffit to fascia in) saw fit to fashion and hammer home red hot poker rage their singular male offspring middle child of two sisters, who long since vacated premises when both young naifs prior to attaining age of consent deploring bing holed up at 324 Level Road redoubt (long since razed) built as summer house remote from fracas of urban bedlam still one hundred years since Leipers bon voyage into netherland father and mother imposed swiftly tailored harried styled tough love translated meant absolute zero value toward offspring they begot, and made quite clear loathing heaped upon sundered fountainhead good for nothing son of a..., he whittled away precious time reading avast among trove of material crowdsourcing numerous bookshelves mostly to impress intellectual visitors, when in truth middle aged couple thinly veiled country bumpkins, donned with "FAKE" literacy stereotypical "rednecks," inexplicably begot wunderkind agog with inhaling literature in tandem with liberal magazines and newspapers oft times whiled away countless hours sunup to sundown sequestered most remote nook within local library (Evansburg) few miles walk along country road served as self taught schooling since parochial educated regimen habitually rapped knuckles courtesy whiplike hickory stick if pupil evinced slightest distraction, whence schoolmaster detected lack of attention as crotchety curmudgeon blankly droned monotonously dull jabbering subjected stone faced classmates into instant soporific state futilely struggling to keep eyelids slamming shut tight including yours truly, who when suddenly awake realized quite a vivid dream! PostScript: I slightly refashioned, repurposed and revised above crafted semi fictitious poem (written scant years ago) cuz poignant pathos to plod along boulevard of broken dreams still persists into present.

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