So there’s only a month to go.
Before the big six-Ohhhhhhl
My bones are creaky
and time is sneaky
there’s gray on my head
and I’m glad I ain’t dead
the end
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So there’s only a month to go.
Before the big six-Ohhhhhhl
My bones are creaky
and time is sneaky
there’s gray on my head
and I’m glad I ain’t dead
the end
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Don’t worry, it’s just a number, right? 6, what 6? Pretend it’s a 5 & relive the decade that’s made us much wiser. 😉
Just a number… Just a number…
I know — I feel 37 inside but have sons that old! How can that be? Did the decades vanish & we just woke up? All I know is that we are a lot more active than our ancestors at this age . . . so that’s good news, right? 😉
Most of our ancestors didn’t live this long! Oh wail, I’m on borrowed time!
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Ha ha, there ya go! Who knows? We could have 2, even 3, more decades in us! That in itself might be scarier, hee hee. 😉