Pains in hands....Pains in feet....
It's a sign of age
So much to do
Instinct is to rage
Cool night air
comes to my aid
Moon shines down ...
I'm being laid
by beams of the
most pure light
Come out, come out
into the night
There is no sun
There is no heat
Just cool night air
and pure light.
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