The Older You Get The More You Look Like Oatmeal - Poem by Richard Jarboe
bronze body turns to oatmeal over time,
you'll see what I mean, unless you go blind,
why, who knows, it's just part of the wheel,
the older you get, the more you look like oatmeal.
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