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Mar 2016
Time flies, as none can clip his wings.
No matter how old he is.
Never shall he die.
He is not by us controllable.
No harness him restrain.
He stops for all among us.
But himself he remains unchanged.
(c)LIVVI
Olivia Kent
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Olivia Kent  Southampton, Hampshire.
(Southampton, Hampshire.)   
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