Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Stoppage Time Comments

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The fallen leaves of red and gold await me and my rake.
As I ‘m in a reflective mood, they'll simply have to wait.
I am in my sixties now, my body feels the cold.
I know I am no longer young, yet am I really old?
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John F. McCullagh
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