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Apr 2013
The youth  sleeps privately in the old man's heart.The restless fever burned out by wrinkled age.Glad music of happy years past ,echo in the lonely hallway of his mind.  And though eyes are full of life , the journey will soon end and the final trip begin.
Written by
victor tripp  Philadelphia pa19144
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