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There's quite an art to falling apart as the years go by,
And life doesn't begin at 40. That's a big fat lie.
My hair's getting thinner, my body is not;
The few teeth I have are beginning to rot.
I smell of Vick's-Vapo-Rub, not Chanel # 5;
My new pacemaker's all that keeps me alive.
When asked of my past, every detail I'll know,
But what was I doing 10 minutes ago?
Well, you get the idea, what more can I say?
I'm off to read the obituary, like I do every day;
If my names not there, I'll once again start -
Perfecting the art of falling apart.............. x
I know not everything is bliss;
May your angels bless you with a kiss. XX
sfm thanks

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💛🌿💛🌿💛“In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.”~Khalil Gibran💛🌿

spotted your summer mouse :) many thanks

Hi Paula :)
thank you for your kind visit

15.09.2025

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𝓢𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓵𝓮𝓼
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Sfm ty

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(¯`♥´¯) 𝓢𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓢𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓵𝓮𝓼
 `*.¸.*♥ღϠ₡ღ 💙
𝓛𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓷 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮, 𝓪𝓬𝓽 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼💦

𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓿𝓲𝓼𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 ~

And thanks for the sunny white mouse in here!