My Can-Can days are over
I can’t quite swing my hip
But the songs I sing
Make my Memories ring;
And the “games” I play
Are as rich as a bitch each day
Memory sings
On broken wings
Yet age has not closed the door,
While the tales I tell
Ring a long-used bell,
And the days of yore
Are alive once more
To fill a joyous day
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From Can Can Days by GeoE
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