i suppose if you’re old it… um… depends?

living the life of the elderly
while my dream

probably does not mostly
just entail
cane shaped umbrella handles
and a lazy gait

but slow they go
because they’ve no

choice in the matter
depends.

Posted by Roger Mugs
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Tags: diapers on old folk are just a fact of life, nothing more

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