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The End Of The Plot

Don't know how many years I have left Could be one, could be ten, could be twenty Pretty good shape for a man of eighty-nine But I'm starting to think of it plenty It's only natural as you get along in years To start wondering when that day will arrive When your numbers are up, the end of the line No matter how hard we try to survive Can't imagine people who end their own lives They know they'll be gone and forgotten Everything they've lived for since childhood Must really have reached rock bottom Even with what seems like my upbeat nature Must admit it's on my mind quite a lot Guess it's only natural considering my years We eventually reach the end of the plot In all honesty don't think I'll be leaving just yet With my family history of longevity Living well into their late eighties was common So worrying is really not necessary

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Date: 6/26/2024 5:25:00 PM
...the experience is a wonder.....stan
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Jack Ellison
Date: 6/26/2024 5:28:00 PM
I'm way ahead of the game! Have I got a heads-up... yup!

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