So I woke up this morning, and saw this staring at me in the mirror:
I knew this day would come.
"Old age that is tied to me as to a dog's tail."
"I grow old, I grow old, I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled."
"I can't go on. I'll go on."
"Someone left the cake out in the rain; I don't think that I can take it, 'cause it took so long to make it, and I'll never have the recipe again. Oh no!"
It's a real dustbin between these ears.
*very inside joke. Sorry.
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