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And then one day You are old Glimpse a shop window And confirm. And suddenly you are old With shopping bags and Taxi driver carrying To your door. Bottles and ready meals The bath too hard, Work boots unused from the Cobbler And suddenly you are old And yet not old enoght To die.
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Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 3:03 AM UTC
And then
And then one day You are old Glimpse a shop window And confirm. And suddenly you are old With shopping bags and Taxi driver carrying To your door. Bottles and ready meals The bath too hard, Work boots unused from the Cobbler And suddenly you are old And yet not old enoght To die.
mike-adam
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Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 3:03 AM UTC
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