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Jan 2010
With every age I gain,
my wisdom grows ever vaster.
With every fading season,
my hair grows all the longer.
With every setting sun,
my knowledge grows ever deeper.
With every speeding hour,
my melodies sound all the sweeter.
With every inching minute,
my breath comes all the clearer.
With every passing second,
my heart grows all the fonder
of the people all around me.
Who are aging just the same.
Lucey Snyder
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Lucey Snyder
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