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Ageing gracefully
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In the Fall of Love
Golden leaves, sweaters and chills
Winter sliding down the hills
Arthritis,medicine and pills
Are somebody else’s ills.
Shaky knees that disengage
Bones turning to cartilage
White hair growing on my crown
Are incidents I disown.
My heart beats much louder now
More than I care to allow.
I get sensational thrills,
Sans those damned blood pressure pills
and if I were not so shy
I would write to "Santa dear,
Please, when next time you come by,
Knock louder, so I can hear."
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Mary Terzian
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| Reviewed by Ankin Timourian |
9/2/2009 |
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Mary, we all are going to get older, but soul stays young. I love your humor and your wit.
Love, Ankin |
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| Reviewed by Rick Lodewell |
1/30/2007 |
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| A wonderful read. Age does creep up on us all, doesn't it? |
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| Reviewed by Daring Sunshine |
10/15/2006 |
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Did Santa bring it or did you depend on your wit? Hope the latter happened and you find true love.
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| Reviewed by Sandie Angel |
7/28/2006 |
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Ouch! That hurts, doesn't it? Hoe you'll feel better soon.
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o) |
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| Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader) |
7/11/2006 |
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Clever...and time does sneak up on us.
Do you suppose Santa can fix?
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