Some days now there be no verses.
Age
Is
Mowing
Now.
Yet the flame of life though dim
Flickers again and again.
Verses
Come
Out.
The
Flame
Of
Life
Be
Still
Not
Quenched.
The eyes see dim so often:
Yet
Remains
Though
Blurred
Sometimes
The
Vision
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