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Then it was a gravel road,The car a cocoon of dustFrom Waitakaruru, to Thames,Where today, retired, I live. Pollen Street, three old guys,One of them is me.Chortling, sharing aches and pains,Growing old, it ain’t for sissies. Grahamstown, an almost gypsy vibe.Op-shops, cafes, a music shop, I stop,Two strangers, two guitars and now,Both tuned, becoming friends.