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Oct 2022
In the stream of knowns showing nodes,
bumps on the newest twigs sprouting,
where the pruning hooks took off
old seasons fruited branches.

I am an happy old man, my grand children,
and my grandchildren, bridge the whole
process of time, my time being the only
time being
experienced
with the original cast rolling our wishes
together for the time we are
involved with shaping your future,

using magic, plain old know-how,
tricks tied in bundles of kindness,

sorted and stacked for sharing,
when the time is right.


try again
Ken Pepiton
Written by
Ken Pepiton  76/M/Pine Valley CA
(76/M/Pine Valley CA)   
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