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The Man I Use To Be
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by
The Ironhorse Writer
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As I looked in the mirror,
A thought occurred to me.
What happened to,
The guy I knew,
The man I use to be?
As I got dressed, threw on my vest,
Grabbed my favorite key.
I searched for clues,
Where did I lose,
The man I use to be?
As leather, glasses, gloves went on,
I smiled at a memory.
Of a kid, of a dog,
Of his very first Hawg.
The man I use to be.
As the winds of change swept me up,
It carved my destiny.
They keep me free
For they still see
The man I use to be
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