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Talking drumNow he hangs, silently brooding/ / by his leather strap/ / on a nail, against muddy wall/ / gone to
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That First Strand of GreyTo that first strand of Grey.... / That pointer to agedness. / Bridge between cradle and grave. / Fi
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HOW I DO NOT WANT TO BE WHEN I'M GROWN"Eyes, once full of hope and lofty dream, Now stare at passer-by, all / rheumy eyed. Gait of the man
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BaldingDespite the amount of moisture the playground gets, / footfall would not just let the green of the g
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Shall I?Groomed stallion with strap-in saddle. / Sure footed on paved path. / Rein in hand. / Shall I let he
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Proceed"Proceed! Proceed! / A child is not scared of his father's abode. / Proceed! Proceed!" / ... the Kòñ
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Life, Love and leisureWhy they run, I do not know. / Neither can I begin to ponder. / Race to life, love or leisure. / @in
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The Gift of DoneIn our quest for perfection, / We postpone. / In our attempt at excellence, / We procrastinate.. / .
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Own Your WoesFor what do trees have to complain about. / The consistency in bird droppings? / The dead, the size
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**Winking or blinking? / As the eye lied.
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