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Aug 2014
It seems just,
that as a young man,
I should devote my time:
in whatever increments,
minutes, hours, days, years,
A whole lifetime even,
(Because you will be with me in thought).
So that in your twilight,
Your sun may set on the tenderest horizon,
of the most bountiful season,
And rise again,
more prosperous,
Tomorrow...
Written by
Brennan Crawford
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