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Old Bird His quickened step slowed by time, No longer bothered by the fast pace of youth; Many lessons endured and passed, There must be a certain relief To almost be done at last... Searching for the bright light The vision of God, Ready to ask the question, Why? And what do you do when exiting this earth, Take in all you can and await rebirth? Or stop for a moment And feed the birds... |
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