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When will I cease to be
Drift away, drift away I won’t be me to you someday When will I die to you Fade to black, fade to black Once I’m gone I can’t come back
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The old man shuffles away slowly,
each movement making joints ache in a discordant cacophony. Each step, a trial of balance. But inside, he is young, proud, and full of a life and spirit from a younger man’s day. |
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David S. ChorneyThis is where I'm supposed to write something about myself. I still have some hair left. I am still undecided which I like better, photography or painting. My four major food group are seafood, melted cheese, pasta, and Advil. I love the hunt of a finished piece of art. All quotes, essays, stories, and any other written piece on this website, are original and written by yours truly, unless otherwise noted. |
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