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Jun 2017
I can still remember,
some of how it felt.
The newness of things.
Each day being a sunny day
of newness.
Exploration
of what's all around you.
Exciting!
I can still remember the thrill
of it all.

The thrill fades over time
as life starts
taking its toll, its shots
at your body and soul.
SurvivalΒ Β mode takes over,
as the realities of life sets in.

Years pass ****** and beaten now.
But a survivor
of the gauntlet called life.

I can still remember some
of how it was to be young.
John Prophet
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John Prophet
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