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Is there a difference  between seventy  and two hundred? Does a man accomplish  more  with a sick body and addled mind Old like a tortoise or methuselah  from biblical times Does he seek destiny  in a cup of tea Hoping for a spark To see And and and Time moveth along How long in the tooth or Deep in the bone To  the marrow ? The crushing of the soul How many stacked? Bodies are  totalled ? How many have passed.. Besides My mother and father Who will remember? Who is there to recall The endless tasks and Hours Like stacked bricks In a wall Time may not be the  villain Procrastination And things taken for granted I will walk upon  the soil When this earth is a dark dead planet
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Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 12:17 AM UTC
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Is there a difference  between seventy  and two hundred? Does a man accomplish  more  with a sick body and addled mind Old like a tortoise or methuselah  from biblical times Does he seek destiny  in a cup of tea Hoping for a spark To see And and and Time moveth along How long in the tooth or Deep in the bone To  the marrow ? The crushing of the soul How many stacked? Bodies are  totalled ? How many have passed.. Besides My mother and father Who will remember? Who is there to recall The endless tasks and Hours Like stacked bricks In a wall Time may not be the  villain Procrastination And things taken for granted I will walk upon  the soil When this earth is a dark dead planet
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Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 12:17 AM UTC
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