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Tuesday, 24 September 2013


By Henry Lowenstern

If you can adjust your speech for brevity,
and calibrate your mood to levity,
your gait to slow,
your stress to low,
that's a formula for longevity.

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Posted by Ronni Bennett at 05:30 AM | Permalink | Email this post


Clever and true!

I can't walk slow, it makes me nuts.

If I have something to say, I'll put up with the buts.

If the formula for longevity collides with the above, farewell, been nice, I'll proceed with love!

Very nice, Henry.

I think it's both apt and clever I wish I had that aptitude but heres one for the B side.

In years I'm old
my eyes are dim
and in my world
there is no sin
at least that's what
I like to think
until I've had another drink.

Since I fail on all counts, how did I make it to this advanced
stage of life? The comments are great, too.

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