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Mar 2013
Age, who needs it,
Rage, who feeds it,
Sage, wisdom or
seasoning which is it,
Cage, who has the key?

My mind is still sharp, have we met,
I'm blind, can you agree with me yet,
I am so far behind, I think; you bet,
I am leading the pack.
Life is a grind, espresso or coarsest?

I drink coffee, started when I was thirty-nine,
I don't smoke, I guess I'll (hack)be mighty fine
I starting working out again, to slow the decline,
I would stand up for what's right, if'n I had a spine,
At the end of the day, I will lay and read as I recline...zzzz
Ottar
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Ottar  where you will find me
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   bex and st64
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