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To: Lady Lurksalot who wrote (64899)	3/16/2004 2:36:15 PM
From: epicure	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

Unless he knew he was going to die when he was 29- then it might have made a little sense.

To: Lady Lurksalot who wrote (64899)	3/16/2004 3:15:56 PM
From: Justin C	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

And there was the very distant thought of being 64 ... When I’m Sixty-four When I get older losing my hair, Many years from now. Will you still be sending me a Valentine Birthday greetings bottle of wine. If I’d been out till quarter to three Would you lock the door, Will you still need me, will you still feed me, When I’m sixty-four. You’ll be older too, And if you say the word, I could stay with you. I could be handy, mending a fuse When your lights have gone. You can knit a sweater by the fireside Sunday mornings go for a ride, Doing the garden, digging the weeds, Who could ask for more. Will you still need me, will you still feed me, When I’m sixty-four. Every summer we can rent a cottage, In the Isle of Wight, if it’s not too dear We shall scrimp and save Grandchildren on your knee Vera, Chuck & Dave Send me a postcard, drop me a line, Stating point of view Indicate precisely what you mean to say Yours sincerely, wasting away Give me your answer, fill in a form Mine for evermore Will you still need me, will you still feed me, When I’m sixty-four.