If you smoke fourty cigarettes a day. You won't feel life ebb away. But slow and sure the signs are there Brittle nails and greying hair...
An old man sat upon a chair, Fingers twisting his pure white hair, Suddenly he gets up, throwing down his coffee cup. Age he thinks is so unjust....
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