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Scribe

Time furrows a long wake.

Detour

I was advancing in age,
Then whimsy came afflicting.
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Relentless

Time,
the Great Dwindler,
is not lazy,
never tires,
sustains its pernicious assault
against the aging man.

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Stormy

Was that the wind
A tempest blew,
Or ‘stead,
Vestiges of my life
Gone whooshing by?

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