I wish you had been here to see
your friend Fox reach a hundred.
He ate little while you gobbled food,
he breathed clean air while you smoked,
he worked little while you toiled hard,
he read magazines while you delved into
Shakespeare and de Balzac,
he socialized while you shunned folk;
he lived'half a life' of one hundred
while you lived a full fifty eight years!
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