7.15.2002

i grow old... i grow old...
i shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled

shall i part my hair behind? do I dare to eat a peach?
i shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach

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oh, do not ask, “what is it?”
let us go and make our visit

and take it to heart, and read it again and again and again, and take it to heart

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