He got to his age without any reason to weep,
To this place with no guiding sign post to bide,
And his face with never a furrow or frown.
To his gait without any haste or horse bolt,
And his taste with no sense of smell to speak of,
To his case with never a care for defence,
And his fate without any concept of fear.
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