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Oldness
One day you are young
One day you wake up
With bad hips, bad knees
Wondering where
It's all gone
And why me why me why me
Not fair
Hey you: turn back the clock
There's a few things I must see to
And repair.
One day you wake up
With bad hips, bad knees
Wondering where
It's all gone
And why me why me why me
Not fair
Hey you: turn back the clock
There's a few things I must see to
And repair.
Published 5th Mar 2023
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5th Mar 2023 2:41pm
5th Mar 2023 2:44pm
16th Mar 2023 9:33pm
There's been a couple of times when I end up hurting myself thinking I could move like I used to, and I only keep thinking it may get worse.
Good one robert.
Good one robert.
17th Mar 2023 1:12pm
Hip, Hip, not hourray. Our bones tell us, don't even need to ask..........Regards, Robert.
