Music: Blow the Wind Southerly.
|Thirty-six is ripe for renovation,
Having reached a point of no return.
In time one finds an ever-fertile field
Rippling with the lushness of its yield,
The womb of any well-conceived concern.
Years wait upon the will to recreation.
So must we teach ourselves what we would learn
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