each coming birthday for two days
this strategy, in case it pays
will grant to me a frank reversal
and, in a way a sly rehearsal,
by adding then subtracting -YES-
and neutralizing, can you guess,
the gain in years and to forestall
the ultimate and final fall!
So, let it be my secret plan
to be the first, an ageless man.
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