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[aid] => mick
[title] => Age
[time] => 2004-07-20 10:51:35
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[bodytext] => Forgive the slip of tongue. What I meant to say is, we should die so young. Before we get old and lose ourselves. In maddening selfishness that comes with age. Like the turning of a page, it's inevitability is as predictable as our forthcoming hostility, that happens when grow. I've been by my seniors, that life was better, when they were seniors, of high school and college and the world was new and there were so many things they could do. By as time marches on, we change. Self preservation eats up our brains and we march toward obscurity only worried about the little things. Not the beautiful, but the trivial. Only the good die young. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 153 [topic] => 43 [informant] => CodyJ [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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