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Feb 2013
I often wonder what's the point of old age,
As you age,
Your Teeth fall OUT,
then you hair falls OUT.
Your organs wear OUT
You chances of getting any
are definitely OUT.
In the end they put you in a box
and cart you OUT.

Anthony "The Ant" Martin
Written by
Anthony Martin  Sydney
(Sydney)   
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