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Wrinkles - June 18, 2025

  • Gary Hunter
  • Jun 18, 2025
  • 1 min read

I exaggerate my sway back

you pull your sagging neck skin

 

I grab my belly fat, you show your

latest toe wart, horror on your face

 

as I start to giggle, your outburst

as always, sounds like a horselaugh

 

my friend and I like to make fun

of our obvious demise

 

let go of dying

for a little while

 

and behave like wrinkled

children for that crusty old man,

 

time

 
 
 

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