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Can I be smitten in my golden years?
Momma said these years should give me rest.
But what's that drumming in my heart,
That thudding in my breast?
My heart does flip-flops when he's near,
Believe me, he ain't much to see,
Wrinkled, spotted, bald and lame,
He's cast a spell on me!
Can love come in the golden years?
Betcha by golly, it really can,
As long as I AM WOMAN
And he's a manly man.
© Frannie (Frannie516@aol.com)
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