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OH, I CRY AS I BEND DOWN TO PICK UP THE PAPER
SEEMS ONLY YESTERDAY THAT IT WAS NO PAIN AT ALL
SNEAKS UP ON YOU WHILE YOU'RE NOT LOOKING
I GRUNT AS I STAND HOLDING ON TO THE WALL 

I DRINK MY HALF-CAFF COFFEE WHILE I EAT MY SUGAR FREE SNACK
DAYDREAM OF MY ESPRESSO AND MY PASTRIES IN A SACK
I USE MY INHALER WHEN I WANT TO BREATHE AND
CALL AND LET MY RIDE KNOW WHEN I'M READY TO LEAVE

YOU CAN TELL IF YOU ARE COMING DOWN WITH
A BAD CASE OF OLD AGE
IT'S WHEN YOUR FAVORITE ROCKER'S ON YOUR PORCH AND NOT
ON A STAGE    
Posted: 2009-09-18 02:30:33 UTC

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