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Sep 2018
Another year to celebrate.
Another year to denigrate.
For all that may go wrong.
For songs I haven't sung.

How far could I have come since then
If sinful idleness became
The incarnate expression of
The man I should have been?

One less year to grow and thrive
One less year I must survive
Awaiting our decaying fall
Birthday in a few. I always get the birthday blues
James LR
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James LR  22/M/Idaho
(22/M/Idaho)   
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