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Nov 2016
Light crackles over muffled buzzing,
waving, smiling, gently loving,
happy faces and happy places, caught in time.

History flickering from a tiny roll,
people sitting in swimming holes,
the purest bliss and happiness, caught in time.

Young people and old ones,
sharing laughs with one another,
old age is non-existent, just this time.

And as I stare at a TV,
and watch my history play on screen
time is just a word to me.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Barry Andrew Pietrantonio
Written by
Barry Andrew Pietrantonio  29/M/Salem, New Hampshire
(29/M/Salem, New Hampshire)   
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