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Aug 2012
He turned ninety-two,
And danced the night away,
Inside his mind,
What does he find?
Memories of kind,
From his first ever yearly celebration,
To his eighteenth filled with motivation,
Now heοΏ½s ninety-two,
Comfortable in his skin,
Another party over,
Next year a new one can begin.
written in 2006
Simon Clark
Written by
Simon Clark
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