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Dec 2015
i am no longer fleet of foot
i must finish the race
at my own pace

time has given
time has robbed
it's like i'm living
in a fog

i keep doing
as i've done
for so long

it's all i know
the same old song

sympathy i do not need
empathy is what i bleed

you will ask what i need

dignity an to let me be

dignity is all i have left
time has robbed me of the rest
if your mother lives with you, an she sweeps the floor every day, but doesn't do a very good job. she's old, but she has her dignity.
never rob her, just sweep up after her when she naps.
transfer this analogy to all parts of your life
and hopefully when you get old......
ROBERT W KODAMA
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ROBERT W KODAMA  avera ga
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