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Apr 2014
I've been away from home so long.
I remember people as they were.
I speak to them quite often.
It seems the same.
When I gaze at them now
I don't recognize them anymore.
I still see them as they were.
I'd like to keep it that way.
The future's not sure.
I ask anyway.
Can I keep it that way?
facing older age and reality of life.
George Maris
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