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Thu 23 May, 2013 05:07 am
birthdays remind us of what we've lost --that won't come back--
like summer schoolboy days
with pals, and nights in cars with girls upon their backs--
it's true that life provides replacements for neat folks and things we'd do
that now alas we lack
--like the fun with buds or like that steamy night I had with Ruth,
but folks who occupy my time these days are not as fun, in truth--
nowadays I hang with different chums --
-who make me squirm, who needle, twist, or pinch, or poke me with a learned thumb
in my throbbing sacroiliac.
they drive me crackers!
orthopedists, acupuncturists and chiro-quackers.
CODA:
Dictionary.com's 'Word of the Day' today is 'genethliac' ;
Sunday, I will be seventy-one years old;
there is actually nothing wrong with my sacroiliac.
-jjorge