When I was a young man; my days yet unnumbered.
I lived my life as if I was never going to die. But now
even if I should live forever; I’m still down to such
a precious few and I owe it to those who’ll survive me
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A poet looking back... There is so much still to be said that I don't envy your task Ted, but I'll enjoy reading your inimitable voice on this journey. Rgds, Ivan
the hair on my head does damage to my brain because when i look everywhere the world comes in