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And Words Are All I Have
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Beyond what any of us could have imagined.
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What anyone could have described.
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I’m powerless: We all are.
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This runaway train of tests and results
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and the tortuous waiting.
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Shock and denial kicking in, predictably,
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for a heart-stopping ride that never ends.
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Listening to the doctors I stand
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appeearing to onlookers almost disinterested.
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Where are the incisive questions now?
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That cut to the bone I’m famous for.
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but the answers would not be fit
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News at 11 Warren Beatty will now be remembered as the old guy who screwed up at the Oscars. Forget his landmark films, his dangerous Clyde Barrow looks. That scene in Reds where he and Keaton reunite at the train station, The one that left you breathless: I saw it in a commercial the other day for Citibank. All of …
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No More Rust Now that scientists in Beijing have discovered how to slow down aging in monkeys, will we learn how to stop all of nature next? Think. No more showers of autumn leaves. Gone, the soulful, wrinkled hands, Happy Retirement cards. Bid goodbye to old faithful dogs, plastic surgeons, Lens Crafter stores, Gone, too, those gloriously aged porpoises, wizened …
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