(limerick) Alas Alas At Eighty-Nine Poem by WES Vogler
(limerick) Alas Alas At Eighty-Nine
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My poor brain it has left me bereft
In my chin I do not have a cleft
My looks have departed
With nothing I started
And I still, sir, have most of it left
Wednesday, May 15, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: fun,people
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Wes Vogler
15 May 2019
pic at eighty my camera will now no longer focus on my image .. remember the picture of Dorian Grey?
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9/23/2024 12:52:10 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Maybe you could draw a self portrait.