I grow old; I
decline, I wane;
the seer, the yellow --
the amber, --the
russet, -- the burnt-umber
leaf.
Yet today -- Vim-filled and vital, and full of sap!
And not needing a nap!!
And this evening,
taking out the recyclables -- lo !
A full moon!
No wonder.
Yet one more unicorn
might I corral,
or ere I yield my shield…
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