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May 26
As I age my imperfections no longer
slap me in the face,
Now they only pat my bottom.

Life is kinder, gentler.
Why is that so?
Because I don't have to care

Unless I really want to.
S R Mats
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S R Mats  F/Houston, TX
(F/Houston, TX)   
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   nivek
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