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SPARE ME My steps are much slower as age has taken its toll, My eyesight has grown dim but death is not my goal. Spare me the vision of nursing home living; I've spent many years in loving and giving. I plan on just living the best way I know how, embracing the sunshine and enjoying life now! There's more I can do, I'll give it my best; So spare me the worry as I follow my quest! Spare me the vision of nursing home living; I've spent many years in loving and giving. Countrymom 7/30/05
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