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Old age
Old age doesn't come alone. It brings aches and pains that makes us groan. Painful knees bad backs too. It seems every ten minutes we go to the loo. We can't do the things we used to do. When the weather turns cold are hands and feet turn blue. We always remember the good old days. We don't like change because we're set in our ways. Don't ever think we are boring old farts because we are young in our ancient old hearts.
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Old age
Old age
