He was a young man, maybe, but they called him middle-aged
With eyes alight and fully engaged
He stared at the world, and the world blinked.
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He was a young man, maybe, but they called him middle-aged
With eyes alight and fully engaged
He stared at the world, and the world blinked.
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I'm just a poor poet, writing the world as I know it: ultraviolet and lead.
Join me on this path of whimsy?
Here's what's in my head: