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Scrap Age
These days the calendar is my nemesis, I'm
At the age where you tend to look back
Bad moves clog the rear-view mirror
Where I might have tried a different tack
Of late I'm in a mood for contrition but
Repentance though keen won't amend
The hurts and sorrows I've inflicted for
The stern hand of Time cannot bend
Its my turn to feel the lash of regrets
I feel like...
Friday 14th August 2020 11:08 am
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