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Created on: April 04, 2008
Old Gentleman,
Your face it fades,
Once sturdy hands,
Falter with age,
Ninety years of passing time,
Ninety more if fate is kind.
You stand gracious and tall,
As the oak the tree...
Crafted from natures' bounty,
Our sentinel in the hall,
Spring, summer, winter, fall.
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