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I sit and sit and sit and sit and sit

I sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit When I get bored with sitting, I take a long happy nap Readying myself for the next ten years I feel twenty years older than I felt three weeks ago When I got sick, the illness kept me exhausted for twelve days Now I do not know if I am tired or depressed Is it old age or angst over being retired? I have never been this old before

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