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May 2016
My life is one to a hundred
From birth till my death
One to two I don't remember
Three to seven I found my breath
Eight to fourteen I was exuberant
Fifteen to eighteen was quiet
Nineteen to twenty five I lived
Twenty six to thirty three was a riot
Thirty four to now has grown me
Forty next year has thrown things
I ponder about living to a hundred
And the delights that age brings
Written by
Andrew James Shepherd  Burnage
(Burnage)   
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