Though I'm in my nineties,
My eyes still like to roam.
Looking for a gal
Mother nature hasn't disowned.
One day I will meet one
And together we will make out.
Though the corn field has lost its stalk,
We can still go for a walk in the park.
Sit on an old park bench
And talk of days gone bye.
Laugh at the sex that once was,
When we were younger then.
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Love ya!
Jane
Ron