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I am not growing old
I am not growing old My body aches eyes don't adjust can be a tad cranky and a bit rounder But I am not growing old Underneath the color I should be is gray wrinkles and sags multiply daily my chin is not so firm Yet I am not growing old I laugh easily joy surrounds me I tell a great story and oh, how I love! I greet friends with kisses meet strangers with touches Each day is an adventure I love stronger passion is greater and, oh yes! In my heart of hearts I am not growing old
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