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Age Is A Terrible Thief. Just When You're Getting The Hang Of Life, It Knocks Your Legs Out From Under You And Stoops Your Back. It Makes You Ache And Muddies Your Head And Silently Spreads Cancer Throughout Your Spouse.

Even When I Look Straight Into The Milky Blue Eyes I Can't Find Myself Any More. When Did I Stop Being Me?

Do You Have Any Idea How Much An Elephant Drinks?

I Am Ninety. Or Ninety-three. One Or The Other.

The More Distressing The Memory, The More Persistent It's Presence.