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So. Wanna go out for a pint? That's what my dad says Every time we board a plane To England. We do everything thoroughly. Used to go every year, now His pension only allows every Other. It's only right for him if he Pays. I long since stopped arguing. He gets tired from walking and Sightseeing, but his eyes have that Boyishness during it all that Makes me believe in a God that Rewards deserving old men with Youth towards the end of old age.
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Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 7:11 PM UTC
Of Old Age
So. Wanna go out for a pint? That's what my dad says Every time we board a plane To England. We do everything thoroughly. Used to go every year, now His pension only allows every Other. It's only right for him if he Pays. I long since stopped arguing. He gets tired from walking and Sightseeing, but his eyes have that Boyishness during it all that Makes me believe in a God that Rewards deserving old men with Youth towards the end of old age.
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Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 7:11 PM UTC
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