On Turning 71 in 2017: Reporting Yet
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*My 71st Year*
*After surmounting three-score and ten,*
*With all their chances, changes, losses, sorrows,*
*My parents' deaths, the vagaries of my life,...
19 hours ago
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Live thy life
Young and old,
Like yon oak,
Bright in spring, Living gold;
Summer-rich
Then; and then
Autumn-changed
Sober-hued
Gold again.
All his leaves
Fall'n at length,
Look, he stands,
Trunk and bough
Naked strength.
- Alfred Lord Tennyson
Thanks, Anon. We may not get a lot of readers here, but those we get are choice.
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