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by John Devera

Created on: April 27, 2008

I now make sounds my father made,
I groan when I a rise.
I forget where keys were laid,
So much for being wise.

At thirty-nine I was a stud,
At forty I'm over the hill.
When young I went where led my blood,
And now I take a pill.

But still I think that its much better,
To be forty and and no longer superlative.
For though I wear in the summer a sweater,
it certainly beats the alternative.

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Turning 40?
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Turning forty ain't nothing
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Feeling sad cause you're turning 40?
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