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20's Plenty
At nought - a thought
10 now and then
20's plenty
30's flirty
40's naughty
50's shifty
At 66 you get your kicks
77 is the stairway to heaven
at 88 it might be too late
for at 99 hear sirens whine
at a hundred and one your race is run
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