Forty
Forty old? Hold your tongue.
Having children keeps me young.
Double forty? I don't care.
I can travel any where.
Forty here and forty there.
Forty duo makes a pair.
Forty now? Turn a page.
Getting older is the rage.
01/25/16
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2016
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