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"What We Leave Behind" (by Joe DiMino)
Old is not always so difficult
To deal with: a few more wrinkles,
Few more dinkles; hmmdinkles?
Not certain thats a word but sounds
Right, for those spots and changes
That havent yet been namedin a regurgitated,
Runny-way defy the shape of analysis (like politics
And music of late).
But loved ones and good friends always
Remain the sametill theyre gone; then
We sort of imagine them the same though
A good bit younger, and in a far better place
Ah, revelation! Thats what I must do
Before I go: tell everyone that can still listen
That if I buy the junked first, gold chariotwhatever,
This is how I want to be imagined .
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