Carnivore
A little gray around the edges,
wrinkles here and there.
My mind a little slower,
time flys it isn't fair.
The eyes are a little paler,
my hearings abit more muffeled.
My progress a little slower,
and nerves are easier ruffeled.
My kids they laugh and call me,
the old fossil the dinosaur,
I told them to be nicer,
or i'd become a carnivore.
by...
Debbie
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