Thursday, January 14, 2010


Another of Mom's little ditty's:

I'd rather marry a young man
With a pocket lined with silk
Than to marry an old man
With a hundred cows to milk
For the old man he is old
The old man he is gray
But the young man's heart is full of love
Get away, old man, get away

Youth is great, isn't it? Too bad it disappears so quickly.

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