the old men want
to tell stories.
they have to tell stories.
you can't stop them.
listen, they say.
waving you over
with large hands.
listen, come here and be
still. sit next to me
and let me tell you
what happened.
you won't believe this,
they say.
i'm not making up a single
word.
you aren't there quite
yet, but you'll have more
than a few when it's
your turn.
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