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Quit bellyaching, Hirpinus, about wars and rumours.
It's quite simple: we lose looks and hair, gain girth,
then the easy's hard to come by — boys, girls or sleep.

Age spots the blotched colour of dying daffs.

Fired up by a few cool ones, let's send for
Lydia — her hair the only tight thing left,
she'll do for Autumn's fling.