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Home I'm already there,Sitting in my comfy chair.
Awake asleep I dream a lot,
About the things that I have got.
A ball and chain that's beautiful not plain,
A street urchin and a wafe.
To keep me sane and safe,
The comfort that old age brings.
Not having to worry about many things,
Or breaking the bed springs.
My life's been like a pepper pot,
One sniff and you sneeze a lot.
My skin has been well lived in,
Then again it's the only one I've got.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2024-04-01 at 03:50
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