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September 10, 2011

Life feels full to me at sixty and everybody knows it.
I am old enough to know that anything can
and will happen, that here is no fair or unfair
yet young enough to be filled with wonder
on just about any given day.  Surely, I think 
to myself (possibly naively) I will be able 
to manage any difficulties yet to come.

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