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When I grow old
My body not yet cold
But the brown of my eyes
Turns to gray

I will wear a large hat
When I patrol through
My garden and keep the 
Weeds at bay

I’ll have big pots of this
And of course lots of that
On the stove for when 
Company drops in

The food will comfort
The gossip will start
And more time with me they will spend

I won’t have cats
Because ewww they are cats
But be careful to step over the dogs
Their stomachs so full 
I’m sure they won’t move
They’ll be passed out 
And sleeping like logs

I’ll pretend I can’t hear
And my whispers will be loud
So loud to be heard throughout the room
Then I’ll whisper about people
The arrogant sort 
And the ones I believe are bafoons

All the kids will love me
Because of what I keep hidden
To my bedroom they will often stray
Lemon drops and butterscotch will always be there
Hidden quite snuggly away

Oh let me be known as the lady of prayer
And the one that loves her Lord so
A relationship that started moons ago
And turned into 
An eternal love affair

I’ll putter and piddle with things I find useful
I may learn to knit if I please
I’ll knit a blue scarf the bluest of blues
So on my motorcycle it will fly in the  
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