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Over the Hill

I never realized how fast I was climbing Till the day I stepped over the hill Where now I find I'm slipping and sliding All of this against my will Gray haired and clearly out of energy I can't see my way back to the top I'd heard of over the hill but still Wasn't expecting this quick of a drop

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Heidi Sands

Date: 7/26/2017 8:27:00 AM

Be careful with your quick drop you describe, Mike. Good one :)

Cheryl Hoffman

Date: 7/26/2017 8:16:00 AM

Hi Mike; like Jack and Jill going up the hill I hope us "boomers" don't end up taking too hard a spill! Hang in there and take good care of your health my friend!~Che :)