An old lady turned one hundred and three
Good for her age although she couldn’t see
We drank for good cheer
(She had one for each year)
Ending up under the table with me
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With my head in the sky and my wings in the air, I try to spend my spare time at the footy (AFL in Australia) Go Pies! – and valuable hours with family and friends. Otherwise I’ll have pen in hand and notebook at the ready for those insightful snippets that dream up a poem.
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