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Brain Drain

My brain with thoughts doth overflow, With unanswered questions, I should know. My curiosity is at its peak, As information, I try to seek. At 84, I wonder why, We start to live and, then we die.

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Date: 10/1/2021 11:46:00 AM
I really like this one Shirley; are you actually 84 or is this fiction?
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Shirley Hawkins
Date: 10/1/2021 3:40:00 PM
Thank you, I am 84 I have just had a birthday (an old Duck) I feel like an old car in need of constant spare parts and maintenance.......
Date: 9/25/2021 6:45:00 PM
Hello Shirley ... another fine poem describing poets. We feel out of sorts if we're not writing and never feel that our work is completed when our time comes - thank you Shirley - Lindsay
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Shirley Hawkins
Date: 9/27/2021 11:06:00 PM
G'Day Lindsay, Thank you for your welcome comments. I wonder if the person who penned " Happy Birthday" realised that these simple few words woud become so long lasting etc...

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