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The Old Man


The old man stumbles A derisory snort escapes me I hate that old man I detest him He is a blight How dare he Tresspass my vision How dare he Invade my thoughts Go Away You do not belong here This is my world now mine, ours, of young Shoo Scat Gettaway Why do I hate him so? Fear He is a reproach to my youth Foretelling my future