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May 2023
"Young child"

As mother's will do
In my shoe
Was a dime

To call from a payphone
If out
Past my time

"Teenager"

In my wallet
A ******
Tucked neatly away

With the hope
Some young girl
Would invite me to play

No luck
On that though
As the ****** expired

Wore a ring
In the leather
New wallet acquired

"Old man"

Protection remains
In my wallet today

It never expires
Never throw it away

I just changed the brand
No more Trojan for me

Imodium now
When you're old, you'll agree
I wish this wasn't true.
Michael Murphy
Written by
Michael Murphy  United States
(United States)   
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