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We're getting old,
But we don't know it yet.
We can smoke like the chimneys we are,
And not fear death.

We're losing our youth,
In wrinkles like timelines,
in stretch marks and scars,
That remember each smile line,

and the stories that coincide.

And we'll give the dog away,
We can't care for him anymore,
When our health alone's,
trying to boot us both out the door.
From our home in Niagara on the lake.

We've gotten old,
I'm not afraid of it yet,
I'll lose my mind one day at a time,
And hold on to whats left,

Just boxes of collected stamps,
And photographs of immigration.
There's so many things I've forgotten,
But will carry on through generations.

All the stories that coincide.
I hope my granddaughter's will find.
All the stories I've kept in my journals over time.

And we'll give the dog away,
We can't care for him anymore,
When our health alone's,
trying to boot us both out the door.
From our home in Niagara on the lake.

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from Voices & Vices Volume IV, released July 24, 2014

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Jonathan Atkins Mississauga, Ontario

"A singer-songwriter with a devastating ear for harmonies and a delicate touch with lyrics that slide perfectly into a horrid winter. There's a definite Celtic touch, but far sweeter than something like Mumford & Sons." - Andrew Fifield (Metro News)

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