Bones Of The Sun
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Juan Olivarez
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There's a chill in the October air.
The sun is setting earlier,
And is not as eager to rise,
In the morning.
Maybe his bones hurt more,
The older he gets.
Just like mine do.
And I am nowhere near,
As old as he.
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