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Jul 2013
At last the end is near,
I crawl out of the rain
Father Time has gotten the best of me
I gain nothing but a wooden box
Like shoes being stored away
Top of the world, to the bottom of sea
Still I am but sand in Father Time's hourglass
Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
James Davis
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James Davis  Merica
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