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By Michael LewisPublished 5 years ago 1 min read

I am growing old as each day groans

Shown the bone breaks aches and thieves

Steals youthful time when I was lost

Stacks weight against pace and packs pressure on my calfs

Cries as my eyes blister in lights

Sweats as I get visions of murder at night

Claims veins obligatory

Flames, stains, history, the calling

The namesake the game the stake

The river and the drowning

The giver and the brown

The arm peels

The neck is struck

The mean green is seen and shown

As harmless flower from springs sour rain

The pain

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