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Now That You're Fifty
by Fenny West Now that you're fifty, with eyes that are blurry Tummy that is bulging, legs that are wobbly, bones that are cackling, surely you have reached, a mile stone of some note. The hair may fast wither making your head a desert and the usual short walk now a great long trek; nothing to worry about, the God of the mountain is also the God of the valley. Copy it rightly www.inspiration4generations.com [email protected] Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |