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My nookie days are over;

My pilot light is out.

What used to be my sex appeal;

Is now my water spout.

Time was when of its own accord;

From my trousers it would spring.

But now I have a full time job;

To find the blasted thing.

It used to be embarrassing;

The way it would behave.

For every single morning;

It would stand and watch me shave.

As old age approaches;

It sure gives me the blues.

To see it hang its withered head;

And watch me tie my shoes.

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