Wishes of a child unfulfilled,
turn around and see me,
turning back time,
a glimpse in to my internal mind,
open the doorways apart,
the batter little boy,
scared and sad,
lonely hiding,
but resourceful,
to learn how to survive,
no matter how bad things go,
he is still there back in my memory's,
and always ready to change,
redeploy new technology,
and bend them to his needs.
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