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Sep 2017
Getting past your sell by date
Hinges creaking,
can't open the gate.
That's life.
Can't remember what you've  just done
Cup a tea lately,
not taste of fun.
That's life.
Sitting in gods waiting room
Accepting age with impending doom
That's life.
Sitting in your comfy chair
Feeling more dead than alive
Ooh dear you silly old ***
You've just reached 95.
That's a life.
no more aged isms
No more blood
in the heart
That's it my sweeties
I'm just about to ****.
That's life.
The end.
Written by
Mark Bell  Portsmouth
(Portsmouth)   
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