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				<title>Golden Years</title>
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				<description>&lt;img src=&#34;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v350/ki85squared/IMG_8858_web.jpg&#34; alt=&#34;Old Sandals&#34; class=&#34;aligncenter&#34;&gt;&#xA;&lt;p&gt;I can feel myself aging.&lt;/p&gt;&#xA;&lt;p&gt;The same slippers go on the same feet every morning.&#xA;It&amp;rsquo;s 6:30am, the only time I can wake up anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&#xA;&lt;p&gt;I pour the same cup of coffee as yesterday and the day before.&#xA;&amp;ldquo;Hello, Coffee-mate.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&#xA;&lt;p&gt;What was I to do today? The sun was rising. The colorful but boring rays it cast onto the breakfast table didn&amp;rsquo;t matter. The rose bushes lining my backyard, once perfected by the old woman, didn&amp;rsquo;t matter. This shitty Folgers didn&amp;rsquo;t matter.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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