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Fire Still Burns
With age in my body,
but youth on the page
A sword old and rusted,
now tempers with rage
These bones may be brittle,
with feet slow to drill
But fire still burns,
-in my memory and will
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
but youth on the page
A sword old and rusted,
now tempers with rage
These bones may be brittle,
with feet slow to drill
But fire still burns,
-in my memory and will
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
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Fire Still Burns
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