The oldies blog
I know of a writer/poet who has dedicated
His blog to old age, being considerably older
then him, I think he is on the wrong track.
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A reflective poem on the passing of years and the coming of the modern age. Age is the time when one realizes that trees have grown and malls have come up where once green fields lay and the only sound we hear is the song of birds.
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A reflective poem on the passing of years and the coming of the modern age. Age is the time when one realizes that trees have grown and malls have come up where once green fields lay and the only sound we hear is the song of birds.