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I watch them walk in: slow, not quite ***** white beard on one, double chin on another I estimate their seasons--an appraiser assessing damages of gravity and grief, cells dividing, multiplying without relief I was a lanky, lurching teen when they were yet in diapers soon, they'll be clad in such humble attire again I'll be there waiting, already accustomed to such leaking humility
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Jun 3, 2017
Jun 3, 2017 at 10:24 PM UTC
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I watch them walk in: slow, not quite ***** white beard on one, double chin on another I estimate their seasons--an appraiser assessing damages of gravity and grief, cells dividing, multiplying without relief I was a lanky, lurching teen when they were yet in diapers soon, they'll be clad in such humble attire again I'll be there waiting, already accustomed to such leaking humility
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Jun 3, 2017
Jun 3, 2017 at 10:24 PM UTC
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