DIALOG
When someone took this photograph
my age was somewhat less than half
my current age, perhaps a third.
"Young Me, may we two have a word?"
"What is it, Old Me? Make it quick.
Don't give me geezer rhetoric.
I see that we survive. That's great.
There's no need to expatiate."
"There is, I tell you!" "No, you're wrong."
"I promise you, this won't take long."
"What is it?" "Listen. Do not whine!
Sell all of our stocks in ninety-nine!"
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