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Dec 2016
I had a dream
Where my body had aged
Now old and gray
Wrinkles upon wrinkles
I was not the same
It felt, in any way
Yet there you were
Still stained in my brain
Maybe I had a glimpse
Into my future
Or maybe I just dreamt
Of a past
That time long ago
I still find dreadful
But moving forward into that life
I find myself thinking
How could I last?
Written by
Joe Morris  KY
(KY)   
188
   Doug Potter
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