On getting older

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The air is very clear outside.

Inside a little foggy now.

I think we’ll have a lovely day.

A little rain but not some snow.

 

Life is but a mountain climb.

Look up and you’ll not falter.

But don’t look back ’cause you may be

The next one at the altar.

 

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