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Now as I see the remains of my once"bon viveur" father.
This very morning I saw in the distance an old friend, crooked and old with a stick clinging to the arm of his once beautiful wife, still charming her and making her laugh, I know what this poem should mean to us all as we age
Mike Thompson from United Kingdom