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Aug 2014
old
is a face
made of rubber
that you can
bend and stretch or
pull out
all of the
wrinkles of time
then you must
let it go and
it shall
snap crackle and pop
across the floor and
there it goes
you pick it and
roll it
into a
round ball
then you
bounce it
off the wall
as old as
the wrinkles of time
Written by
Stu Harley
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