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Old Fogeys

In the dark, we prune old fogeys
planting withered of the dead
without the benefit of posies
of the despicable corn fed  
so succulent the hoagies
short of life's breath
in the dark, we prune old fogeys
choosing which one to go, Macbeth
Written by adagio
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