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It's time
to ‘fess up,
We ain't gettin' younger,
‘Stead of
gourmet,
It's hot broth that we hunger.
Our bones are
a-creakin'
(Though we claim it's the chair)
And somehow the
sheen's
Disappeared from our hair.
We droop and we
sag,
Where we used to be tight;
A soak in the tub's ...
A
wild Saturday night.
Kinda smarts when you realize
As we
get to this stage,
When they say .... "What a figure!"
They're
talkin' ‘bout our age!
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