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Lonely Heart's Club Famous Golden Senior
 
In my prescious Golden Years why did you go away?
I'm now a daily recluse in my roomy Victorian Mansion where no one stays
I desperately need a hug and I'm now a member of the 'Lonely heart's Club'

There's not much on my plate
Once a famous fashion designer
Now without a cent to my name
I'm even lacking powder for my nose

Blind and can't sew a stitch
Nor sell anymore clothes
I spend afternoons in bed listening to tapes
Then I usually doze

Joyce Porter
(JoyfulSunrise)

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Host: Adele Kaye(Whispermoon)
Words used: prescious, daily, roomy, hug, club, plate, cent, lacking, powder, stitch



By Joyce Porter

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