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I knew it, I knew it
So why do I do it?

Henry once said to me
When younger now than me
That he was way too old.
But I was young and bold
To pay much attention
To think of rejection
So what a relief now
At the age I am now
To no longer care much
That they do not care much.
Then bring on rejection
I expect rejection.

Now I will not do it
Because now I know it.

© RM Meyer
Winswell Water, May 2020