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OLD DAYS

Once again I find myself in the midst of a crowd, and again with friends. In fact at one time the person beside me was extra special; yet I find myself feeling like I don’t belong.

I think it’s a sign that I’m getting old. The techno music is playing; it’s not my thing. I’ve been here with 80’s music playing, and that I could relate to. I knew the lyrics; I knew how to dance it.

Dang! I am old.

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