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Slam Whatz the Point of Getting Old Slam

In reality i should be fat

With the amount of Birthday Cake

In ever increasing cricles i now consume

And i should keep fire extinguisher by my bedside

Because of the amount of lit candles my age doth now denominate 

For i now celebrate a birthday what seems like every other morning 

I could not wait to turn 16

Then waited an age to turn 18

And eternity to turn 21

But now that i am in my late 40's

Revising age has thus taught me

Time is burning up exponentially

And more and more i now miss 
the simple things

Like having the lung capacity
to blow out more than 30 Candles
in 1 single blow

My once upon a time
To do List 
Has now become a
Bucket List

And No 1 
At the Top of my List

Is no more Birthdays
No more getting older
Stop all the Clocks

I am as old as i ever wished to get

Live fast die young
Leave a respectable corpse 

Unless by some Miracle

By my next Birthday i am a Millionaire

Then I'll do a few more Year's

Champagne for Everyone

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