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I was an imbecile at an age when that was to be expected; but age hath rinsed pure innocence now youth's ignorance is reflected. From most people I've learned little naught they've learned from me; hope, trust, and fear...still pumping sap up through the tree. Rectify, relish, and realize; alliteration all. No magic wand to wave or drop to return like a ball. I rectify the sadness. I relish the way I realize the mistakes. Oldness saves the day.
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