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Another irritating poem.

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I used to think I'd change the world.

Then I was hit by truth.

Every youngster thinks like that.

Tis the arrogance of youth.

When I look back upon by life

Now that I'm 85

I've done well with all my ailments

To still be here alive.

When you value all you have

Put your health right at the head

Cos all the other stuff you've got

Is useless when you're dead. ;-)

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O2Trees

Fab - another great one from the Bard of BLF :)

in reply to O2Trees

That's not how you spell Bore ;-) x

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O2Trees in reply to

STOP PUTTING YOURSELF DOWN Don! Please, seriously. Behave!! ;)

in reply to O2Trees

Well, as you know there are some very ill people who visit here and whilst I am well aware that some find my postings amusing, uplifting, etc (because you are kind enough to tell me so), others must find them irritating. But you are right. Putting myself down doesn't help anyway.

I shall wear my badge with pride... The Bard of BLF. :-)

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O2Trees in reply to

Hurray. And remember that while you are right that we can't please all of the people all of the time, members can choose to pass by without opening your post. Ok Bard? :)

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Pam1952

Very true Don. 😆

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Magpuss

Yet another good un!😄

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sassy59

That is so true Don. Very wise words. Xxxx

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casper99

Another good one and oh, so true xx

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