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What happens to the old people

 What happens to the old people

What happens to the old people

Stroking their only companion 

When their own doctors have died 

Their own children have left town 

Moved into interstate for better jobs

What happens to the old people

Looking into frames

Crumpled old black-and-white photographs 

With silverfish  beneath the glass 

Smudged red lipstick

Upon an old lady's face 

Taking the noisy elevator

Down to the shops

Back up again

Cup of tea

What happens to the old people

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Tony Taylor

This is FANTASTIC brother !!........wow!!........feel like making this a song ..........stunning truth.....powerful images........ leaving the phrase......." What Happens To The Old People"....... ringing in my head ..........kick ass JAI MASTERS!!........ beautiful..........PINNED......LOVE and ROCKETS!!.......T xo  ?☀✴✳

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Jai Masters

Evening T O N Y 

 You are the maestro 

 I am your violin 

 How goes it over there in your woods of the neck? 

 LuVvvvvv from the Jai guy :))) ? 

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Tony Taylor

In rehearsals for my next recording on the 22nd......totally psyched...... all originals..... great musicians .......my first ALL TONY recording project!!...... you?...... how goes it my friend?........ talk hard!!.......T xo  ?

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Jai Masters

What recording? 

 I do not know about this side of you. 

 What is going down...

 Here I am Sunday morning 

 Communicating with an Apostle 

 Where are the sick today 

 They are in the hospital dying 

 Where are the lonely 

 They are in their own tears crying 

 This is how it is done. 

 Tell me about the music you're doin' 

 What is your instrument ?? 

Violin ?? 

Drum ?:) 

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