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No really matter
The oak stripped off its leaves
The winter retrieved its character
The icicles appeared on eaves
To me it was no really matter
I returned to old habits of my youth
I didn’t bear the test of life
Like a fox I took a deep earth
At nights I went for a drive
I dropped from sight of my friend
And was drunk as a fiddle
I got before the worlds end
In my old and poor sailer
No really matter
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Your philosophy- is your wisdom. I'm admired by the variety of metaphors and comparatives. It's a great work! You keep advancing!
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