There was an Old Person of Berlin,
Whose form was uncommonly thin;
Till he once, by mistake,
Was mixed up in a cake,
So they baked that Old Man of Berlin.
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My grandmother started walking five miles a day when she was sixty. She's ninety-seven now, and we don't know where the hell she is.
by John Lars ZwerenzI WALKED WITH BYRON
I walked with Byron in the regal sun,
To the chime of his lordly laughter.
We spoke of our time on earth as the sea
Kissed our ruddy faces with delicious brine.