Growing Old: Growing Old

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Monday, February 15, 2010

Growing Old

When I was young I had no care I had no wrinkles and lots of hair. Who thought then, that just as men, Ladies hair, too, can get real thin. Who would think, when in their twenties With hair like copper, just like pennies... When life's passed by and almost through, They'd see your pic and say,... Sign in to see full entry.

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