Let me see, if I were a young eighty one I guess I could still have some fun like blowing seeds off a dandelion. Or pressing a crease in my pants with a cold iron. Things I have missed like climbing on the roof Scraping off moss, biting into an apple for proof. Well that was the way to see if it was... Sign in to see full entry.
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