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Tuesday, March 29. 2011

Walk With Me By The Water, My Dear....

Thanks for this one, pal -


"Walk with me by the water," the beginning of a beautiful and heart-warming message about growing old together.


 


Shit...
I forgot the words....

Posted by Bird Dog at 18:08 | Comments (5) | Trackbacks (0)

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If you forgot the words, it doesn't matter. Growing old together is not a guarantee, which is one of life's cruel and lonely experiences.
#1 Cilla Mitchell, Galveston, Texas (Link) on 2011-03-29 18:09 (Reply)
I thought the puch line would be that she'd push the old coot into the water.
#2 SallyD on 2011-03-29 20:04 (Reply)
My two personalities have grown old together, but they hate each other. If they walked together by the water, one would try to drown the other.
#3 Big___Al on 2011-03-29 20:19 (Reply)
Big__Al,

I ain't going there, either.

Never knew a woman who couldn't poorly lie.
#3.1 Leag on 2011-03-30 11:13 (Reply)
You all remember Darby and Joan,don't you?
When you're young you criticize the meter and the style of it. But when you're in your eighties, it becomes more poignant ...
"Hand in hand when our life was May
Hand in hand when our hair is grey
Shadow and sun for every one,
As the years roll on:
Hand in hand when the long night tide
Gently covers us side by side--
Ah! lad, though we know not when,
Love will be with us forever then:
Always the same, Darby my own,
Always the same to your old wife Joan..."

Marianne
#4 Marianne Matthews on 2011-03-31 23:28 (Reply)

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