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Hi; Just sent a thing on laughter, forgot to give address. Since I am here again, Ill subject you to another poem. Hitches In my Get Along Brilliance not dim. Beauty-well, maybe. My 61 body may feel more like 80. Mouth and chin quiver, When I'm not going to cry. I hippity-hop but not very high. Stiff upon rising-stiff later too. My comedy props Are stockings and shoes. My ouch is more frequent. I crackle and pop. Really slowed down,but not ready to stop. I speak quite loudly to family and peers. To my chagrin, they say what. Is it me or their ears. If I sound bit gloomy, Thats really not right. We Parks can still laugh, love and live life. Barbara Worcester [log in to unmask]