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When I was young,in summer sun the excitement of life,just begun, hours seemed like days, and days by brooklets,still,we lazed; When I was young,in poverty simple pleasures were had ,for free improvisation was our key, for sport,fishing or climbing tree; When I was young,before tv books and radio were for me, putting a face to voice and place the birth of creativity. Frugal times,spent so close to home sans shopping malls and telephone

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Date: 4/5/2023 3:54:00 PM
Those were good days, Brian. I wish they'd come back. Great nostalgia!
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