by A. D. Winans
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70TH BIRTHDAY POEM
70 years old feeling like a samurai With a dull bladed sword singing Into the blade of night
Somewhere beyond the horizon Sailors buried at sea Rise in ghostly procession
Skeletons sharing their secrets With withered old men Lined-up like bowling pins Measuring them limb to limb like A tailor sizing you up For a perfect fit | |
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