The Love Song of Stanley W. Rogouski

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I grow old … I grow old …

I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

One thought on “The Love Song of Stanley W. Rogouski”

..reminds me of an old saying about shorter people ( which i am)…we are the last to know its raining but the first to know there is a flood….

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