One time at ninety

The old ways will change as the old days disappear and those who were here will be gone.   Looking forward to a world full of new? not sure I am.   I think, stick in the mud old things are good but when I was a whippersnapper thoughts were different then.   This must…

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Diamond shields and water pistols

You taught me to count and I counted the days, and the days mounted up and still I counted the days and I got old and tired and lost count of the days. I can start again, I can number the drops of rain that fall I can count them all, you taught me that…

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