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THINGS Y0U DO OLDERWhen I was young in my prime Wouldn't put on paper things that rhyme I was in the gymnasium playing games Or in a convertible chasing dames My knees arthritic they get away And the one I caught makes me garden all day Now and then though I see one turns my head But nine o'clock I am safe in bed There are those who say my life is boring I drive them away when they hear my snoring But before you think I have given up chasing skirts Cute Blondie winks back I answer with flirts But the Blondie's I flirt with are in baby strollers The cutest girls are those early growers Before you think I am just a dirty old man I'm going to take a nap now that was the plan Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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