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Growing Old
It feels like I’ve been around too long.
Every tune has become the same old song.
Every plight’s just a fight to no end
cuz there’s no way to win.
And I can’t help but notice as I’m growing old -
I believe less and less of what I’m told.
Cuz the world’s nothing more than
an endless round of spin.
Every voyage I take that’s pushed by sails
is another lap around ...
Friday 28th February 2025 2:43 pm
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