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That Sound
It’s a sound that can’t be spelt
A sound not uttered by the svelte
A sound like when your grandpa knelt
It’s worse with every year you’re dealt
A sound made rising from a chair
When pulling up your underwear
When climbing each successive stair
A sound devoid of savoir faire
This sound made by the elderly
Is commonplace; apparently
But lately this sound seems to be
A sound that emanates from me!
Copyright ©
Terry Flood
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