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Aug 2018
Every time you go away,
I get older.
Please, won’t you stay?
Time marches on, day
after day,
each time you go away.
Please,
Won’t you stay?
My wrinkles get deeper,
my eyes, not as bright,
Each time
you hit the highway. Please,
Won’t you stay?
Ankles get swelled,
Eyes droop,
And, I won’t mention
What else,
Goes astray
When you are away.
If you stay,
I won’t notice
The march of time,
That’s all.
I won’t get old,
If you don’t
Go.
Deborah T Johnson
Written by
Deborah T Johnson  Raleigh, NC
(Raleigh, NC)   
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