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100 years young ?

100 years young ?

Apprehension for an exciting invitation, a party celebration for an elederly relation
100 years young & still full of fun
adored by her grandchildren, belonging to her son

She is the ā€˜full of fun’ Grandmother that every Grandchild worships
always making them more than welcome & taking them on trips
Brilliant Nana Betty, Great Grandma Lizzy, as she spins on the dancefloor laughing loud & dizzy

If only she could live forever but one hundred years old is an earnest endeavor
Happy one hundreth Birthday Elizabeth Brown
now the congratulations have begun, may you do it all again when you are one hundred & one

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A Lonely Journey

Hey Jill,Ā 
What a sweet, beautiful tribute!Ā 
You're a nice person. Thank you for sharing that...and blimey, that was good.Ā 
(Do you say blimey? I do...and bloomers, sometimes...and bloop). Over.Ā 
Matthew.Ā 

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Jill Tait

Awwww Thanks Matthew for that lovely comment my last ditty before I retire to Zzzzz nite nites from UK ?n yep at Blimey lol xx

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A Lonely Journey

You're welcome, Jilly.Ā 
Have a peaceful night's sleep...but why are you going to bed at 5:42??!! You crazy Brits confound me. It's almost like your time is different than ours, or Big Ben has lost a few hours. Oh well, have a nice, early bed slumber, and 'throw another another shrimp on the barbie' this weekend...or is that Dutch?? Anyway, keep it wacky. ; )Ā 

Matthew.Ā Ā 

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