Adulthood

Come my friend we are on our way Up the mountain through wind and cold What an adventure this wonderous day Up we go as we break the mold. Man this aint no mountain We are just leaning over We are old and this aint our fountain We outta be teaing in Dover. Right-O my chap the truth now shines You have the right idea The pain as ever is all in our minds Hey-ho shall we stop at Ikea?

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