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Poem: Step by step-up over that hill you ran-And that's when it all began-Now too many things you seem to need- Like longer arms so you can read- And a handy supply of Viagra nearby for when things don't work out when you give it a try- Hair by hair-what could you do-when the receding hairline spread and grew-Now you're memory is fading- that's certainly true- But, I am sure your absent mind forgot to tell you- And so, here's a note to the wise-You may learn to despise-"Your youth has been blewn-and all wild oats have been sewn- But, still and all, it sure will be nifty- Climbing up over that hill and turning 50!
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