Oh, 59, how do I love thee?
Let me count the ways
The sagging skin?
The extra fat on my middle?
Let me count the ways
The sagging skin?
The extra fat on my middle?
The aching joints?
I give up, 59. I do not love thee,
But I reserve the right to embrace
I give up, 59. I do not love thee,
But I reserve the right to embrace
60 at this time next year.
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