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Sep 2
birthdays come birthdays go
as years go bye it lets you know
skin it wrinkles hair go goes grey
your twighlight years or on the way

glasses needed eyesight gone
getting worse as years move on
all we have is memory how it was used to be
when we were young and life was free

that is life and natures way
we age each minute of every day
thinking of things we used to do
when we were young  and foolish to
WILLIAM WORTHLESS
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WILLIAM WORTHLESS
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   Bardo and Weeping willow
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