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Know What? I don’t want to never, ever, ever grow old. Not after what I’ve seen. We went to visit Grandma and Grandpa in a house that’s purple and green. They must be A million years old, or at least maybe forty-five. Mom and Dad said they looked really good. I’m amazed they’re still alive. They didn’t have a bit of candy. Just crackers dipped in honey. Their clothes didn’t fit and the whole house smelled kind of funny. They were thin as a rail, white as a ghost, blind as a bat and deaf as a post. They said it was amazing how I haven’t changed. Then all day called me by my brothers’ name. They say it happens to every one. And it’s not so bad I’m told. But still.... I don’t want to never, ever, ever grow old. © 2000 Guy Workman
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Jan 24, 2010
Jan 24, 2010 at 2:39 PM UTC
Don't Want To Grow Old
Know What? I don’t want to never, ever, ever grow old. Not after what I’ve seen. We went to visit Grandma and Grandpa in a house that’s purple and green. They must be A million years old, or at least maybe forty-five. Mom and Dad said they looked really good. I’m amazed they’re still alive. They didn’t have a bit of candy. Just crackers dipped in honey. Their clothes didn’t fit and the whole house smelled kind of funny. They were thin as a rail, white as a ghost, blind as a bat and deaf as a post. They said it was amazing how I haven’t changed. Then all day called me by my brothers’ name. They say it happens to every one. And it’s not so bad I’m told. But still.... I don’t want to never, ever, ever grow old. © 2000 Guy Workman
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Jan 24, 2010
Jan 24, 2010 at 2:39 PM UTC
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