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Saint Peter

Can you imagine being eighty-one years old When I was a young'un, thought my body would be cold Resting in peace Breathing ceased Anxiously awaiting for St. Peter to cajole

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Lim'Rik Flats

Date: 5/28/2017 8:08:00 AM

I come from a line of long-livvers//my dad crashed a bunch of old flivvers//but he made 94//Mom ain't out the door//yet, she gives St. Peter the shivvers. GOOD MORNING JACKSON!!! If I make eighty-one I wanna be having as much fun as you are!

Jack Ellison
Date: 5/28/2017 6:40:00 PM

My dad was born in 1886... died in 1953 at the age of 67 from colon cancer! Was in fantastic shape! When he was 60, he rode a peddle bike from Montreal to Toronto and back... 365 miles, 3 days there, 4 day back! I was 11... was I proud??? YEEHAW!!! GOOD EVENING JOHN JOHN!!!

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 5/28/2017 7:15:00 AM

I like this! My dad's nearly eighty. Hard to believe! Hope he still has many years.

Jack Ellison
Date: 5/28/2017 7:38:00 AM

Being eighty-one is no at all what I thought it would be when I was younger! However, methinks I'm maybe one of the lucky ones!!! YEE HAW!!! Love and hugs, Jack xxx