The hand shakes
The skin flakes
The eyes agape
The wrinkled nape
The stomach quakes
The mind slakes
The heart breaks
There are no breaks
So you cannot escape
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I am a "sixty something" retiree who is risking the perils of seeking to peer beyond the present by playing in the fertile playground of my mind.
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