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Young and wrinkly
Young and wrinkly
You are not getting old
But numerically you've advanced
No, you're not getting old
You're just chronologically enhanced.
You are not growing up
But of this much I am sure
To avoid growing up
We must become more immature.
We must dance until our joints creak
And sing until we can't speak,
Laugh until our lungs ache
And love until ...
Sunday 10th January 2016 10:23 am
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