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Tim Senior Member
since 1999-06-08
Posts 1794 |
They say that wisdom comes with age, Each passing year a brand new page, Your book of knowledge, always growing, Experience, the fount of knowing. Well let me tell you all the truth, As I am getting long in tooth, When you get old, the thing that grows, Is just your hair, in ears and nose. [This message has been edited by Tim (05-04-2003 11:39 PM).] |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Tim...then color me hairy.  |
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Tim Senior Member
since 1999-06-08
Posts 1794 |
As I get older, I must admit, That late at night I sometimes sit, And ponder some on life's perplex, Including women, the opposite sex. If I must grow hair in my ears, How come a women who's near my years, Stays as pretty as a rose, My darling wife, my heart's disclose. (I am not old and dumb enough to not know I have to make up for the garden poem.) Martie, I think you would have to be colored the color of a bouquet of Sierra Nevada wildflowers with the array of poetic blooms with which you have graced us. [This message has been edited by Tim (05-05-2003 12:13 AM).] |
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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass |
Being able to laugh at yourself is as close to the fountain of youth as you can get -- feeling younger already...... ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸ ¸¸ºº> ~~~(¸¸ER¸¸ºº> |
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