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Down the Line

We take our health for granted (Hypochondriacs aside) Until good fortune and The unavoidable collide. For something’s bound to happen; If it misses us in youth, Then age will slow us down So we can’t fight it – that’s the truth. And when infirmity descends, It hates to let us go. It’s possible to conquer it, But progress might be slow. We can’t appreciate our health When we are feeling fine, Yet no one likes to contemplate What’s waiting down the line.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Date: 6/17/2015 9:37:00 AM
ok...I'm a hypochondriac. I suffer because of it. Yes, I is true. We can't escape it....Oh Ilene....this one got to me. I'm suffering some issues right now. :( Love ya.
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