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Apr 2018
If my youth was wasted, I don't care,
It wasn't wasted, you were there,
Gone are the days, I was a teen,
Time has passed, I've lost my sheen,
But memories, they stick around,
wherever hope can still be found,
I'm glad I spent, my time with you,
These words will stay, forever true.
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
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