You don’t remember jumping feet first into the sun
among the masks and gaudy grins with
the flash bulbs pop pop popping, and
you don’t remember your third grade teacher’s
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What a frolicking pace, strolling back in time...thanks for letting me come along for the ride, windblown by the return to youth. A terrific piece!
I'm still laughing about A Christmas poesy! : -) ... and I'm still reading this for the umptenth time... every read draws a tast of fresh perspective... not unlike another toke for my imaginagion... Sweet smoke filled air.... Excellent pen! I as well tip my hat to your kind comments... Thank you for them and for this!