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Three Score Ten

This spring he will turn seventy And most people’s opinions think He looks fantastic for his age- Whatever the hell that might mean. He has a hard time stifling his Discomposure when they say that To him but manages to grin Like an ancient, anthropoid ape Rather than express what he feels: He knows it’s not a compliment; It’s more like discriminating Rhetoric than anything else; Imagine saying to a child, “You look good for a ten year old.”

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