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There's not much fun in getting old when you're getting ready for bed at seven Middle of summer and you're freezing cold and half of your friends are in heaven There's not much fun when you call it a night after your second glass of wine and when you're asked to sign but you've lost your sight and cant find the dotted line There's not much fun when just one sneeze can somehow lead to bronchitis and you ask for a fork when you order Chinese because your fingers have arthritis There's not much fun in getting old no one said ageing is great so on this summers day while I'm freezing cold goodnight all its almost eight
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Aug 29, 2022
Aug 29, 2022 at 3:46 AM UTC
Golden Age
There's not much fun in getting old when you're getting ready for bed at seven Middle of summer and you're freezing cold and half of your friends are in heaven There's not much fun when you call it a night after your second glass of wine and when you're asked to sign but you've lost your sight and cant find the dotted line There's not much fun when just one sneeze can somehow lead to bronchitis and you ask for a fork when you order Chinese because your fingers have arthritis There's not much fun in getting old no one said ageing is great so on this summers day while I'm freezing cold goodnight all its almost eight
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M/Adelaide
Aug 29, 2022
Aug 29, 2022 at 3:46 AM UTC
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