Old age seems to creep up on you when you least expect it.
S ince I've gotten on in years, E verything seems to have changed. N ow when I walk into a room, I t seems things have been rearranged. L ittle things just here and there, E xchanged, somehow made different. M ost explain it easily, E xcuse you, senile, Me?
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