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MEMORIES OF OLD

Memories of old,

flooding fast through my mind,

some tinged with sadness

and some, sweet sublime.

 

A fireside reverie shared

with eyes so bright,

an audience of innocence

and excited delight.

 

The crackling logs        

on the fires of time,

the little rapt faces as

you feed them a line.

 

Of thunder, lightning,

and rain as we run!

Football, toy...

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