It is snowtime with no fender bender
Since our licences we'd to surrender
In your eighties, it's time
And although it's rough, I'm
Quite content not to be a 'life ender'
I can't handle a bike we are stuck until Brad or Janice help us with groceries etc
That's wonderful. At least someone has taken up our cause- we being in the vintage category. Lovely limerick. Thanks.
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I would like to translate this poem
It still burns me up that they took your licenses away! Kim
cabin fever can be very destructive we didn't used to snap at each other