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I appreciate now, I'm getting old It's not just me, I have been told, It isn't discovering your first grey **** Buying wrinkle cream or using **** A simple thought came to me, its true, My back goes out more, than I now do! Even my wheelie bins, I think, Go out each and every week, I used to party night and day, But now by 10, I've hit the hay, The hardest thing, makes my skin crawl, I no longer fall over, I ' have a fall '
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Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 5:39 PM UTC
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I appreciate now, I'm getting old It's not just me, I have been told, It isn't discovering your first grey **** Buying wrinkle cream or using **** A simple thought came to me, its true, My back goes out more, than I now do! Even my wheelie bins, I think, Go out each and every week, I used to party night and day, But now by 10, I've hit the hay, The hardest thing, makes my skin crawl, I no longer fall over, I ' have a fall '
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Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 5:39 PM UTC
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