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Life is like a bowl of cherries
When it is full you are so merry
But when you are all through with it
All that left is just the pits
Life is like a sweet red rose
They smell sweet to your nose
But let a week or two go by
And all that is left is dead and dry
Life is like a young girls looks
Her looks so hot she really cooks
But comes old age her looks are dragging
And all that is left is old and sagging
Life is like a yound mans power
He lifts seights by the hourAs age comes powers out the door
He cant lift himself up off the floor