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sweet memories...


At a sweet sixteen... you kinda remember what it was like to be sixteen. To now be more than double that number is so thought provoking that my synaptic bursts hurt the cerebral cortex. Would I want to go back...no way...to want to go back is to want to be foolish again, and since I've overcome the silly foolishness, I don't want to go back...however, now I have the serious foolishness to overcome, and when I'm over the hill, I'll be satisfied to be there as well!

and my wife looks so lovely!

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