Every Monday barring a holiday.
Each other with a hug and a hey.
The girls and I,
We always try,
No matter the weather.
That I call my friends,
Some are in their eighties,
Some 100 is right around the bend.
We people come together to form a more perfect union,
May not always mean what it implies,
But our fellowship and our communion,
Makes the hours and days fly by.
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