old people

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 A dinosaur or two went downtown, 
Free of her father,
The sweeping sounds cascade out of the stage Bouncing around the room, Mixing with the cushioned chairs And the old-people smell.   The brass blasts out a baleful melody
Old people are worthless. They waste their life complaining, they can barely drive, and half of them are senile. They have nothing to contribute to society. Stop me if you’ve heard this one:
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