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My birthday poem to myself Ive just turned sixty one birthdays are no longer fun Getting up in the mornings comes with the usual warnings I walk with shuffling jerks as my back always hurts With a sagging chest along with all the rest Grey, receeding hair wrinkled skin everywhere Then those aching joints now forever haunts Life has become a bore when i wake up always sore Its a struggle to get up every day but I do it cause I need the pay Ill soon be sixty two and still be doing what i do .......
Posted on: Wed, 03 Sep 2014 08:51:55 +0000

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