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March 31, 2012
It’s not like it was in my day’,
The old folks are heard to lament.
But they’re not like they were in their day,
Life’s disillusionment’s have left a dent!
Let the young enjoy their world,
Why not let them do it their way
Set them free to experiment
After all, every dog has it’s day.
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