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There is a sleepy comfort derived from youthful days gone by, as I exhale nostalgia when I write.Then as I read my poetry, I remember how life was growing up, and realize what it has become. I count myself fortunate to have been rasied prior to the electronic home invasion, when the telephone was on the wall, not in your pocket.
