I think this is the lady that is 90 and did this skydive here recently.
Now that I am seventy- eight Standing long time_ not In the spring blowing snot a lot Wonder what seventy-nine holds Wonder if I will see the calendar turn Bring eighty to a fulfilled dream Wonder if I will have enough steam Just to get out of bed and make it up I really don't worry about those things God cared and brought me into the fold Even though Satan my life tried to control Open the calendar and see what it brings
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