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Nearing the end of their fleeting days, short-inhaled lives infirmly await the long dark Garrulously tilting fermented liquids in a park, they watch their former youthful ways Addled memories of a once robust stride keep the brown paper covered truth hidden well Selfish pleasures have left their flesh bodies frail, weary envious exhalation of tearful pride Uncomfortable thoughts tinge their mind, feeble resistance offered in boisterous recollections Never given to ingest any sobering contemplations, aged souls possessing only wrinkled opine Cantankerous wrong heights stooped on a bench, bemoaning last rites of spirits dead long ago since

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Date: 5/23/2018 12:46:00 PM
Now this is one amazing sonnet, your vocabulary is on a different planet...
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Date: 5/20/2018 10:26:00 AM
Only you Freddie could write this Sonnet. Wow!
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Date: 5/16/2018 7:23:00 PM
Exquisite poetry, Freddie. Telling it like it is. So wonderful to see you and read you again. i have been missing your poems.
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Date: 5/16/2018 5:42:00 PM
I adore it Freddie. Great sonnet and an instant FAVE. Must read the other part, now.
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Date: 5/16/2018 2:15:00 PM
You've captured the essence of ageing clearly brought out of focus by the drink. Well done, my friend. Your father would be proud.
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Date: 5/16/2018 2:12:00 PM
Nice Addendum tribute Freddie. You have a way with words. :)
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