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Recycled

by Lloyd E. Lawrence Sr
 

When I was an infant tucked in my crib,
I nursed from a bottle and spittled my bib.

Then as a toddler, before I knew it,
My foot was so wide they hardly could shoe it.

Kindergarten was a wonderful place,
I learned with others to share the space.

Going to Middle School in my teens,
Prepared me for High School and chili-beans.

I went to the service to win a war,
As so many others had done before.

It was a wife and the kids following that,
With plenty of grand-kids to love and pat.

Alas!  Now I'm old and tucked in my crib,
I nurse from a bottle and spittle my bib.

 
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