When the people you love grow old, remember them as they used to be.
Or listen to them as they are in their dotage and love them still.
This either makes sense . . . or it doesn’t.
Then stop making sense.
When the people you love grow old, remember them as they used to be.
Or listen to them as they are in their dotage and love them still.
This either makes sense . . . or it doesn’t.
Then stop making sense.
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I think 'making sense' is over-rated, Mark.