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Walkers
So you don’t remember
Your diaper days
And walker ways and mishaps,
Don’t sweat it sweets
If it not be you
Some of your friends
Will get to do a rerun,
You know
Déjà
vu and all that shit
Literally contingent
Upon the quality of
Depends,
Most don’t remember
Those earlier days
Many won’t remember
The later days,
What will become
Of your middle days
In the end
Will it really matter?
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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