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[aid] => mick
[title] => old age
[time] => 2006-03-14 12:28:48
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[bodytext] => old age How do you know when your youths all spent Well my get up and go has got up and went But in spite of it all I am able to grin When I recall where my get up had been When I was young my slippers were red I could kick my heels rite over my head When I grew older my slippers were blue But I could still dance the whole night through Now that I am older my slippers are black I walk to the shops and puff my way back The reason I know that my youths all spent When my get up and go has got up and went But I really don’t mind when I think with a grin Of all the placers my get up has been So when I look back to were I had went I am glad that my get up has got up and went [comments] => 3 [counter] => 250 [topic] => 21 [informant] => weeme [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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