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On Being Free

Once, I was young and
I was Free.
Now, My hair is white,
Just look at me.

I wonder where
my youth did go.
One thing is certain
It did not leave slow.

Pity Not,
White haired me,
I may be old, But..
I'm still Free.
Sirpheno The Knight
Thursday, August 10, 2006
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