Tired of fighting gravity
The old lady decides to quit,
And cane-walk shuffles
Over to a place to sit,
Soon joined by another,
Much-weathered, soul,
They trade advice on
Bodily damage control,
Under the skylight,
Next to the waterfall,
In the soon to be
Shuttered shopping mall...
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