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Aug 2016
We grow old everyday and when we clock the Age 50, we begin to count our days and deeds as never before,
Though old age may not show in our faces,
But the experience we have had all the years, are our medals and awards
Who would believe I am above 40?

I have been blessed with the gift of youthfulness
Growing old
Professor Marylyn-Dolly
Written by
Professor Marylyn-Dolly  Lagos, Nigeria
(Lagos, Nigeria)   
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