The Mind’s Eye

Wish for seasons past, the golden, olden days of yore, a boy at heart bends low to peek at village denizens, some worn with age, Some opened new, and “Christmas Tree Shop” sleek. Remembered flood of youth’s pure joy, he seeks, Ride sugarplums of hope on HO trains, Erasing all hypocrisy, he’s meek and welcoming […]

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