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Tomorrow's Song

The warts are ugly,
  the wrinkles deep

The flesh now sagging,
  deprived of sleep

The eyesight failing,
  most hearing gone

But words call majestic,
-from tomorrow's song

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)



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