Harry Sweeden. My life in verse.

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Getting Old
 
Everything is broken
Too much to repair
My eyesight is failing
I’ve lost all my hair
Muscles have weakened
My man boobs have grown
my waist has expanded
To measurements unknown…
My legs will soon fail me
My back is still broke
My toilet visits are often
All the good stuff… revoked.



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