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Old Old I feel it now Getting old I feel now how It’s…not all gold I feel it more Since yesterday I’d rather stay Than go ’n' play It’s not so bad Don’t get me wrong I’m really glad I’ve lived this long I travelled ‘round By thumb 'n' car Slept under bridges In Florida My pal Hohner Tagging along We’re always kissing When blues come on Been to rehab Eyes wide open We’re all in a struggle We’re all a bit broken I got to see Niagara Falls I got to hear The lovebird call I sweetly weeped Obama’s win And lived to see Him win again I feel it now Growing old All my memories Just pure gold Bill MacEachern August 9, 2023

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