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Grumble, Grumble, Complain and moan, I should like to live alone. What is happening to me, I am not as happy, As I used to be. I grimace, And frown all day, Nothing blows My blues away, the weather is, Too hot Or too cold, My excuse is, I've grown old. Old and miserable, That is me, I am becoming obsolete, Can't you see? I have gadgets galore, The way I'm going, I'll need more. Aids for my assistance, Why am I showing, So much resistance, To have a happier, More positive existence. I know the sun, Will shine tomorrow, Freeing us all, Of pain and sorrow. I'll have e to shake myself, and get a grip, Cos' I'm giving myself, THE PIP!

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Date: 1/12/2022 3:29:00 PM
Shirley, this just doesn't sound like you. Enjoyed the poem and still wondering what a PIP is! I know you're not normally grumpy!
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Shirley Hawkins
Date: 1/12/2022 5:57:00 PM
I hope you had a lovely Holiday, Milt, You were missed. Pip means annoyed or irritated. Take care. Shirley