I’m old and dismayed and my balls are mush, my mouth is contorted and my brain is slush. My eyes are dim, and my tongue is slow, I once was white but have turned negro. I wonder if I will stay this way, who can know, who can bray, one thing I know, and can surely say, is when I die I will turn gray.
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