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Nov 2014
Doesn't time pass quickly?
Oh yes, it's faster as you get older
Especially now that you are ninety-two
And I am eighty-four.

Do you still love me?
Of course I do,
Even though you are ninety-two
And I am eight-four.

Do you still like ***?
Oh yes, but I don't get so much
Now that you are Ninety-two
And I am eighty-four.

But would you still hug me?
Of course I would
Even though you are Ninety-two
And I am Eighty-four.
Gerry Newnham
Written by
Gerry Newnham  Hertfordshire
(Hertfordshire)   
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