Jimmy
on November 2, 2026
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“The Poor Old Soul plods down the street,
Contented, and forgetting
How Youth was wild, and Spring was wild
And how her life is setting;
And you lean out to watch her there,
And pity, nor remember,
That Youth is hard,...”
—Margaret Widdemer, 1918
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