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Mar 2021
I once was fresh and vital
Young and full of pep
I’d climb up the highest peak
Leaping each and every step
But today I sing a different tune
I sleep while I’m awake
And perish with unripened fruit
Now that I’m a dried up grape
Jason Paul Klenetsky
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Jason Paul Klenetsky  50/M/Florida
(50/M/Florida)   
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   Weeping willow
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