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I may have blisters on my hands
I may have to dye my gray colored hair now
I may have children and grandchildren
But it doesn't mean I cannot care

I may have problems that bring me down
I may have a guitar I play in quiet times
I may not see you over there face to face
But it doesn't mean I cannot see you in my rhymes

I may have situations that come and go bad and good
I may have creaky bones that you can hear in silent moments
I may talk too much and too loud
But it doesn't mean I cannot take away your torments

By being FOREVER YOUNG in my mind
By being FOREVER YOUNG in my soul
By being FOREVER YOUNG in my heart
By letting the FOREVER YOUNG in me roll...

To you.

4/26/2012 1045 cj

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