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“Join Together” by the Who was blasting out of my radio. That song always reminded me of when I was a young lad and I used to push slinkies down flights of steps. I have no idea why I make that connection. It must be the boing-y sound of the sound. The brief moment of regression brings a faint smile to my face as I remember one of the few childhood experiences that was pleasant.
Song jolts memory
we drift back to childhood
recall glory days
If you are serious about the
If you are honest about the connection being random, I'll have you know I recently posted a poem "Wrinkly slinky" and though it may not be so appropriate, it seems like your slinky might indeed be the fated redemption.
bananas are the perfect food
for prostitutes
redemption of a
redemption of a recollection. Just a memory of some youthful bliss.
Mmm
Fair enough, good sir, in faith we surf the waves of turfs unblurffed by words
bananas are the perfect food
for prostitutes