My patient told me she would be 85 on Sunday.
“I will be 55 on Saturday,” I added.
25...55...85
summer...fall...winter
a hop, skip and a jump
Happy Birthday to us!
and at 55, I feel free to be me.
“I will be 55 on Saturday,” I added.
25...55...85
summer...fall...winter
a hop, skip and a jump
Happy Birthday to us!
and at 55, I feel free to be me.
January 30, 1960...Fifty years ago (hard to believe isn't it!)
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