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Approaching like a soul with a bad news update Small things gradually start to appear Time, Loss, Fear, That first grey hair on your head Now showing up in places that you dread Pants, Chest, Nostrils, No way man, Impossible The beat of the radio flicks from Radio 1 to 2 Don't try and deny it, you know this to be true Now Elbow, Mike and the Mechanics Nothing wrong with a bit of Elvis Presley Now this is getting scary I'm going to need a Harley or a soft top soon Impress the ladies that I'm still in tune Chinos, Loafers, A semi grey goatee Oh man, I hate becoming an oldie JJB
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Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 9:00 AM UTC
Middle Age, Man...
Approaching like a soul with a bad news update Small things gradually start to appear Time, Loss, Fear, That first grey hair on your head Now showing up in places that you dread Pants, Chest, Nostrils, No way man, Impossible The beat of the radio flicks from Radio 1 to 2 Don't try and deny it, you know this to be true Now Elbow, Mike and the Mechanics Nothing wrong with a bit of Elvis Presley Now this is getting scary I'm going to need a Harley or a soft top soon Impress the ladies that I'm still in tune Chinos, Loafers, A semi grey goatee Oh man, I hate becoming an oldie JJB
Middle age is when you're sitting at home on a Saturday night and the telephone rings and you hope it isn't for you - Ogden Nash Middle age is when your old classmates are so grey and wrinkled and bald they don't recognize you - Bennett Cerf Middle age is when your broad mind and narrow waist begin to change places - E. Joseph Cossman
john-bartholomew
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45/M/Cambridge
Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 9:00 AM UTC
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