What I like about being
Older is that I can count
Decades backward
Confidently. I knew
When the world you
Know was differently.
I have been teaching
Myself old tricks I never
Bothered to learn. At first,
I felt foolish, but then
I remembered that genius
Is the breath of the
Almost dearranged.
Put twenty two clichés
In a lovely kicking row
Together, then a hundred,
Then a thousand or two
Or more. I'm out the door.
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