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OLD MEN
Some are awkward. Some are wayward. Some are simply backward. Some are, in fact, Incapable Of just moving forward. Some are bumpy. Some are grumpy. And, some simply jumpy. Some are in their Old age even, Rather too much impy. Why throw a glance? Why with them prance? Or why accept a dance? Why not simply Just ignore them And never give a chance? They are too old, And getting cold, Yet they think they are bold. Do encourage And support them; Give them your arm to hold. • Written in aaabca, 446446 format. • Impy=Impish [used under that colorful and innocuous umbrella of poetic privilege] M C Gupta 10 June 2004
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