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With your mower and your rake you're working on the lawn, cleaning up on a Tuesday or a Saturday. It's a routine that I've learned to count upon.
In your house I wonder what you do with all your time. Do you play a game of Yahtzee by the telephone, hoping that your sons will call to say hello?
Mister, you're eighty-five, and still you're forging your embattlement. Mister, you're still alive, and you don't mind how all your days are spent.
In your house I wonder what you do with all your time. Do you play a game of Yahtzee by the telephone, hoping that your sons will call to say hello?
Mister, you're eighty-five, and still you're forging your embattlement. Mister, you're still alive, and you don't mind how all your days are spent.
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