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Crossing The Border

Senescence

And middle age

The day your

Outnumber your friends.

Ogden Nash

Frederic Ogden Nash (August 19, 1902 – May 19, 1971) was an American poet well known for his light verse, of which he wrote over 500 pieces. Wit

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