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One has a body that defines age It's there performing until turning the last page However it's subject just as are all life forms To times' ravages which then become the norms The body is the container for its driving machine It's the mind of course what else would that mean The mirror reveals a time-aged exterior But a working mind is proof of an ageless interior

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Date: 12/9/2016 12:25:00 AM
Oh, thank you to share this beautiful thought. I enjoyed it.
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Date: 8/9/2016 8:40:00 PM
This was so creative! Loved it. Beautiful write and wonderful read! Xoxo
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Elizabeth Smith
Date: 8/9/2016 10:33:00 PM
You are so kind Michelle. I thank you very much for the encouraging words!