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80 Years

80 years since I was born, now in old age my sight is shorn but in a cruel world of pain there’s hesitation to complain, for always standing at the door are worse examples of life's gore. I had my time to view the joy to start ascent when as a boy I first climbed paths to those high peaks where love in life continuous speaks even in my shadowed eyes shines light in memories under skies

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