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Over The Hill


It's not bad what we had. Waiting is a drag. I'll be a decrepid old hag. I look ok now, But I don't want to brag. Can you see the moon from this room? Use your brain so I don't have to stress & strain. Just because you gave and gave, don't make me your life long slave. Be brave, with your money try to save. Don't squander & misbehave. Don't live life in a cave. Choose a path to pave. See this is my "good bye" wave. Who's is this phone number? It's not mine.........bummer. They stole my thunder. Makes me wonder... © Harmony Sapphire . All rights reserved
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