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My Virile Has Fizzled

My Virile Has Fizzled

Seems like only yesterday

When I was young and virile

That was then, this is now

My virile has finely fizzled

Whatta shame we lose our virile

Imagine someone at ninety

Competing in a mile long foot race

Running along in his nighty

Don't laugh this surely can happen

Our memory isn't the best

Get dressed when the sun starts rising

Strip naked as it peeks over the crest

Sure ain't all it's cracked up to be

These silly old golden years

If it wasn't for my dear wife Cathie

I'd be writing from a home I fear!

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Jack Ellison

Bear with me sweetie... going through some tough times!!! Love, Santa xxx

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Georgina Richardson

I love this piece my Jack and I hope you are feeling better sweetie. I agree with all of Cherie`s comment, virility is over rated, love and companionship and caring are the most important parts of a relationship. The buzz at the beginning is fun, but it is true love that lasts and that`s the important part of any relationship sweetie.

Well done for another superbly well written and well thought out piece, I`m proud of my Jack.

G xx

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Jack Ellison

Sorry... haven't been on for a couple of days, Miss Georgie Girl! Still love ya bunches! You are always so kind and loving... love back to you sweet lady! Jack xxx

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