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Dec 2017
in fifty, one hundred years, two hundred (or more?)
all that may remain is an eroding stone
to someone who once was a me

walking dapper down the street
or hobbling with a cane in the park
or a little boy with messy blond hair...

how many hairs have blown in the breeze?
how many have yet to blow in a breeze?
Written by
Mark Brown
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     Merry and Demonatachick
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