Thoughts
Doodles
Swirling in my head
Wishing they were gone
I dread they're not
What all they seem
And those
Long fingers and
The nubby toes.
Wrinkles
Settled all in time
Letting go of what's not mine.
Squeaking
'Till it's all but done
Dwindling
To all but one.
10-25-09
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