At twenty-three she looked at me
At thirty-three she smiled with glee
At forty-three she scratched her knee
At fifty-three she yawned a bit
At sixty-three we'd lost our wit.
At seventy-three we'd snooze or sit
At eighty-three..well folks, that's it.

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