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Living Life
I observe a man
Alone was he
Old as can be
Slow in pace
Saggy face
Making his way across a street
Moving his fragile feet
When he reaches the other side
He breathes and takes pride
He's still alive,
And so am I
So why am I watching and old man?
The answer...
Because I can.
poem
by
Jeremy Rascon
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