"As the day ends, one is closer to heaven." By Poet
My neighbor is old,
she can be very bold.
Loving to wear lots of fancy gold,
and decrepit I am told.
You know age is just a thing,
numbers one wants to ring.
How old are you,
that number may make you blue.
They tell me I am a decrepit ninety-two,
but I can...
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