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Poem

184 years old

Isabel Galleymore

‘I am so very tired’,
said the old lady
opening and closing
her eyes in long blinks,
‘so very very tired’

and
it was true, she was
very tired. She felt
tired and she looked
tired. She had never
complained of
Tiredness before.

                      She
turned to her dozing
husband:

‘My dear, if we
pressed our years into one,
one would live to 184.’