When I am old I will wear purple with a red hat, and the poem goes on to say how I will spend my pension money on gloves and brandy. Another line is how I will pick flowers in other peoples gardens. I have done that for years, only when Herm is not with me. The red hat and brandy sounds good to.
I guess I am old, I have attended my first red hat luncheon. Maybe I was old before my time, my favorite car that I ever had was my purple Cadillac that Herm bought me for my 50th birthday.
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