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My Virile Has Fizzled
Seems like only yesterday
When I was young and virile
That was then, this is now
My virile has finally fizzled
Whatta shame we lose our virile
Imagine someone at ninety
Competing in a mile long foot race
Running along in his nighty
Don't laugh this surely can happen
Our memory isn't the best
Get dressed when the sun starts rising
Strip naked as it peeks over the crest
Sure ain't all it's cracked up to be
These silly old golden years
If it wasn't for my dear wifey-poo
I'd be writing from a home I fear!
Copyright ©
Jack Ellison
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