Soni Young
johnClare Stokes
Before he set out
On his final journey
he once again took
his magic box down
And with some
Adjustments of buttons
And bellows
He made another
Young
There were only
Thirty six frames
And by the time it
Came to take his
Own portrait
The winder came to
A halt and would
Not advance
But it mattered not
He had made
Thirty six forever
Young
And that kept
The old man
Content
All was not in vain.
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