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Young, you say
as the birth of day
but what is hid
is the mind behind
growing older

by the second

old, you say
and soon to be gray
so you serve
a childish dish
to juvenile lips



Poetry by SparrowN
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Written on 2006-10-08 at 18:15

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Dani
wow good write! *sticks thumbs up* keep up the good work!
2006-10-08


Dani
wow good write! *sticks thumbs up* keep up the good work!
2006-10-08