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About This Poem
Being 73
My earth defined days are counting fast,
So if one, by chance, let friendship waste;
For sure, the memories we have will last,
Because past won't change or be erased.
Even though in thought we have retraced,
We'll be viewed as remnants of our past.
Because past and present are interlaced,
And it's by our doings that our die is cast.
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