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For Growing Older Contest Jeffry Cohan Free Cee

HOW TERRIBLY STRANGE TO BE SEVENTY Upon my mantle rests my past as I reach for a photo my bones crack and leaves me aghast some recent pictures and others faded because growing older is over-rated brown becomes gray and backs bend and you can no longer remember your very first friend I used to provide for my children and gave them what they need now often I have to borrow from them for a mouth to feed I used to play golf and walk the links now it hurts me even when my eye blinks first I crawled, then I walked and now I have four wheels and no one with vim and vitality knows how it feels I know precisely where to find the past I just cannot do ordinary things very fast I gaze at yesterday on my mantle over a fireplace and only my Lord knows what further infirmities I may face © 2012....PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~

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Date: 8/8/2012 2:53:00 PM
Hmmm... I thought I just read this... isn't the tendency to repeat, unnecessarily, also a sign of aging...;-) Terry (again, in case you've forgotten) (PS good luck for the contest, twice)
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