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Laughlines When I am old, feeble, and grey, and my skin stretched laughlines will no longer fade away, I'll sit and watch while the young dance. And I'll smile because I once had my chance. Ah! Life is lovely! and all that is living shares in turn, for taking and giving. I titter, and remember, as I sit for awhile, Each of these laughlines are worthy of a smile. |
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