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Lighter Side

I think more about running away now than when I was a kid. But by the time I put my teeth in, my glasses on and find my keys, I forget why I’m going.

If my body were a car, I’d trade it in on a newer model. Every time I cough, sneeze or sputter, my radiator leaks and my exhaust backfires.

I’m almost to the age where I need to see an archaeologist instead of a doctor.

I remember when shake, rattle and roll meant something different from just getting out of bed.

Growing old happens … growing up is optional.

I don’t know how to act my age … I’ve never been this age before.

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