Old Bones
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Juan Olivarez
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It's harder to get out of bed,
My knees won't cooperate.
Sitting up my face turns red,
Well, I'm up at any rate.
My back feels like it's out of whack,
My joints are killing me.
Gotta get out of the sack,
But now I can't even see.
Wait a minute, the lights are off,
Man that's a relief.
I'd just about had enough,
I don't need anymore grief.
11/06/10 Alton Texas
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