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William Shakespeare |
Great Poetry Grow Old With You
Carry you around when your arthritis is bad All I wanna do is grow old with you. I'll get your medicine when your tummy aches build you a fire if the furnace breaks Oh it could be so nice, growin old with you. I'll miss you, kiss you, give you my coat when you are cold. Need you, feed you, I'll even let you hold the remote control. So let me do the dishes in the kitchen sink Put you to bed when you've had too much to drink. Oh I could be the man to grow old with you. I wanna grow old with you. |
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