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I was once known for saying that I could never be "faded" but as the years passed my jaded soul sat "assed out" and bitter.

     Soon my "litter" will reach those teenage years

     and some of my fears will dissipate because, in

     an effort to alleviate my financial concerns, I

     will have them earn the right to bear my name...

Nonetheless, young or old, it's all the same.  They'll need me until I teach them how to aim straight when they pee.  I will have them believe that they were conceived during an act of true love...until they grow older.

     Then the private folder will be open for their review

     and they can choose to follow in my weather-beaten

     footsteps or make this a secret best kept in the family.

You see, now that true love has entered my life and having a wife will soon be a forgone conclusion the illusion of the ever-virile player has been shed for the un-jaded, experienced sayer of wedding vows that will govern my behavior now and forever.

     True I've led a clever life dodging the knife

     and my stripes I earned, but I have learned that

     if you slip during the game you will get burned and

     although that lesson left me initially sour the final

     hour has dawned

and spawned in me a rebirth.  I will no longer question my worth because she loves me and I love her and all of the noise that you heard was just a stir of echoes from those who love me when I chose to move on.