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Never let it slip your mind the older ***** becomes the slower they move remaining longer within earshot shuffling in what other's say to the crooked bones of their bodies. They have learned the lesson of trees to be still, and have a thick skin perhaps if you weathered the young and all that young lips say you too would be "hard of hearing" and blame it on going gray.
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Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 2:07 AM UTC
Since Their Canes Don't Speak
Never let it slip your mind the older ***** becomes the slower they move remaining longer within earshot shuffling in what other's say to the crooked bones of their bodies. They have learned the lesson of trees to be still, and have a thick skin perhaps if you weathered the young and all that young lips say you too would be "hard of hearing" and blame it on going gray.
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Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 2:07 AM UTC
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