How about one year olde
My bitthday past a couple days
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As I was little,I would image how about was during the twentys
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I don’t afraid get older at this moment
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Last weekend we
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Some changes have happened
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The old woman had drawn down the shade in her room — hoping
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She sat silently in a wheelchair
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I asked her why she had come to the nursing home
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