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Old Ways

OLD WAYS Eve ry story will grow old, So will every song And every face; Every city will grow old, So will its might And its men And their hold On other men. Someday new melodies Will be sung about old songs; New tales about old stories, About old cities, About old men, About old ways they'd briefly reigned. Jude Ifeme Photo: Creepypasta Subscribe to POETIC IDEAS Follow @mcjudeci