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Littered with thoughts colliding in Ronnys mind, all seemed to have a despotic implosion |
| For some reason or another thouhgts of present , past and future seemed to weight like baggage on his conscious. That indelible search for reason or reasons foe the recurring achemes played and replayed in mono thesis tune. He could remember as far back to his early childhood, tje days lingering with erstwhile buddys searching the forever beams of sunlight , brightenning our days , warming our heartz and creating spontanepus laugher, banter and jubilation of zaniest accidents we had while plauing on the base ball fieldz. We could remember the long waifs of aroma. fresh cooked pies in the hot ovens baking. Cherry cobblers, peach , Apple and others, the aroma of fried chicken being prepared. Those flavors seems to linger throuhout the neighborhood, and interrupting our thoughts of further participation in our sports It seem like wd carriex a ball and chain anchored to our souls, wanting to quit our sports and scurry home and wait by the door of the front porch hipi g the czll would ring out from mothers voice " time for dinner" , but we seem to have that intrinsic i stinct to keep playing our game of baseball tring to delay tbe inevitably rumble in our stomachs and the dash for the dinner table |
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