Cradle To Grave
All this sentimentality.
A sign I'm getting on?
Or have I always been that way?
Getting on, I mean.
I cursed like an old bar keep
when I was only five.
Killed my first bear
when I was only three.
Or so they tell me.
Seems even then my memory
wasn't what it used to be.
Excuse me my sentimentality.
4/2/14
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