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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana 
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Another year. What's that dear? You gonna gripe Eh, you're the type. What does that mean? Don't start a scene. You moan each year About your fears Of getting old You sit and mold. You do the same On age you blame Arthritic hurts You wear loose shirts But I don't whine Into my wine Like you do nights You're quite a sight You won't do it Just stop and quit You won't let me make love Because it bends when pushed That didn't rhyme, Well that's no crime. ©January 11, 2013 / Jerry Pat Bolton ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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Victoria
since 2000-08-12
Posts 5869 |
Aging means we are still breathing. Cute one Jerry.I wish I would have appreciated my youth more than I did. Things like that we take for granted.  ~Victoria Be not ashamed of mistakes and thus make them crimes. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Heh.Heh Yes, we sure do take them for granted, Victoria. If you can laugh abut it that makes it all right . . . ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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