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Jan 20
Once a proud father,
A builder, a family leader.
A spawner of a new generation.
Lost to the trials of aging,
A time faded away,
A mind still intact,
Never aged a day past 40
A body giving up,
Forced to standby and watch yourself,
Lose your abilities
To the reaper.

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Vexren4000
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Vexren4000  Milwaukee Wisonsin
(Milwaukee Wisonsin)   
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   Fawn
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