This old man pulled up and started feeding the pigeons. The minute they saw this old man they came flying to him as if they knew him...
I took a stroll along memory lane Found this old man feeding his friends Are these I ask, “Your only friends?” To which he replied, “No, I have many more, These are just the ones I’m with today.”
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