Reversing the Digits

I remember distinctly the day I turned 53. For some reason, I still felt young at 52, but 53 somehow seemed the start of middle age. I decided, just for that day, to reverse the digits and be 35 again. It was a lovely age, and I enjoyed my birthday thoroughly.

Today is not my birthday, and at 71, I am getting to be too old to credibly reverse the digits, even for a day. But I can remember, and honor, my seventeen-year-old self. Here is a sweet little lyric that I wrote when I was 17:

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