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Nov 2019
I roll out of bed
And my bones all crack
A throbbing head
And quite a sore back
Ah yes, they say
“Age is gold.”
But from what I see these days,
It’s hard getting old.
And I’m only 24
Grace E
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Grace E  28/F/Probably a coffee shop
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