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Still Got Grass To Mow

Things that used to be easy as pie Are now a struggle, even my shoes to tie Am I nearing the end Maybe flowers you should send But still got some limericks before saying goodbye
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Blown Avatar
October 25, 2020 at 3:58 PM
...ahhh...don't worry about it....the body slows before the mind requiring more mind attentions.......yields a better understanding of non-random science andt....a cane as well..... .....stan sand : )
Ellison Avatar
October 26, 2020 at 5:27 AM
Still got it goin' upstairs... AMAZIN'!!! My brain seems like when I was a pup! Holy doo-doo!
Pigeon Tart Avatar
October 25, 2020 at 8:41 AM
Time for velcro my love ;),
Ellison Avatar
October 25, 2020 at 10:38 AM
Hey you got it babe... there's always a better way! Love to you my love! XOX
Cunningham Avatar
October 25, 2020 at 5:09 AM
Your contract is for anothet 50 years, you cant go.
Ellison Avatar
October 25, 2020 at 5:28 AM
Crickey!! "50" years??? I'll be writing from my bed with a ventilator stuck up me bum!!!
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