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What We'Re Made Of

Of rubber is youth made bounding over life's traps laid Age gives way to silly putty try to stretch ~ no elasticity

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Date: 9/7/2022 8:03:00 AM
Elasticity! Non existence... trust me it doesn't get better! lol
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Date: 9/7/2022 7:19:00 AM
what happened to those "rats and snails and puppy dogs tails"....
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Date: 9/7/2022 1:39:00 AM
Ha so true Mr Wolf….a lil less rubbery but a bit wiser! Debx
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Date: 9/6/2022 10:27:00 PM
Such a contrast of truth Gershon fine examples of. I might be getting old but I still have elasticity where it counts, my movement that is...lol
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Date: 9/6/2022 10:04:00 PM
The words of this poem are so true, Gershon. There's still a bounce in the step, though. :-) Evelyn
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Date: 9/6/2022 9:26:00 PM
Quite right! Apt and intelligent comparison of youth to rubber, so flexible and old age to putty with no elasticity.... :)
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Date: 9/6/2022 8:47:00 PM
No more spring in my hamstrings, Lost my rubber, now I blubber. Even my mind is hard to find. Willy Nilly, Balmy, Silly, Started to Rot, going to Pot!! Take extra care Gershon... Old Duck!
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