old records

When I grow old

I wish to to be like a record;

Every line on my body will tell a story,

And they may not all be happy,

But when you run your hands over mine

We won’t have to speak,

But they will make you feel comfortable

In knowing I made it,

And so you will too.

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  1. That is beautiful Chris! Sent from my BlackBerry 10 smartphone on the Bell network. From: Short Poems and Other NonsenseSent: Sunday, November 27, 2016 1:40 PMTo: juliamcgeown@sympatico.caReply To: Short Poems and Other NonsenseSubject: [New post] old records

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