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Old Man
(February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

Old Man

Poem By Jack Mackenzie

Turn your gifts
Into rewards you pick.
Wish them to be delivered
Now into reality.
There is nothing to lose.
You already have them...
And not a dime was spent.
They were meant for you.
Desire to have them unwrapped!
You've kept them packaged too long.
There is nothing wrong in sharing them.
Just don't waste time...
Making up your mind,
They are yours!
They are.
If they weren't...
You wouldn't know they existed.
They do.
And so do you.
Reveal them and let them shine!

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