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James BellMarch 31, 2020

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Forty

written by: James Bell

@bel_avocat

Am I really 40?
If so, I’m still entirely naughty

40 will be quite, assuredly, fine!
But, everything in the fullness of time

Fortified by reaching 40?
Yes, I’m satisfied with what life has thus far brought me

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