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Gray hair is growing
My mind is knowing
I'm growing old
My young days soon to fold

Wrinkles showing
Hide them away
I feel so young
Don't want to grow old today

Still have that laugh
Still dance dirty
No need to worry
Just tell 'em I'm thirty.

2/25/1994 cj

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