I grow old . I grow old .
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Otherwise you've lost the rhythm....
Well, actually, you've got rhythm. It's just not Eliot's.
Lawrence Helm wrote:
. . I am old, I am old, I
shall wear my trousers rolled . . .
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