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I was 9, Once Upon a Time

I was 9. Grandparent’s homestead My land of make-believe Jailhouse in a tree Time stood still. Once Upon a Time. ~ an EWK Poe’em   ©2016 EWK (inspired by an old Polaroid photo)

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Time Can be Elastic

TIME CAN BE AN ELASTIC SUBSTANCE; like a bubble blown from a fresh stick of gum. Or time can so very rigid as an old wad of previously chewed chewing gum abandoned to the forgotten bottoms of the cafeteria tables

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“Can” we ever truly find connection? And, without any “strings” attached? (connection) creates (connection) = C³ Word toss from a friend = ‘Connection’ My alliterative gift in return: “Casual communication can cause a common connection. Continued contentment and confidential contemplation

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The Key

To open wide or close inside,               is what a door is for.                              To knock or lock depends a lot,

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Into the clouds of our yesterday’s

Up and away it goes. Tethered to more than just a string. Extending the heights of youthful fun, soaring along the unmarked course of a child’s imagination. Let’s go fly a kite. Into the clouds of our yesterday’s. Hold on

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