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Succeeding Days

How old was I when each succeeding year each successive year became each falling year, each failing year? How old was I when each year fell away as did each month and week and day, both succeeding less and failing more resigned to fade out play? How old is just right maturity of days falling off away? My calendar begins with clearly given rebirth dates, succeeds toward organic dusk conclusions on a day and week and month within a year not yet quite fully numbered and yet already fading toward some numeric memory for those who remain succeeding more than failing through days and nights of fears and faith our wins outweigh these latticed losses.

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