bouche Posted June 18, 2006 Report Share Posted June 18, 2006 How long has the world waited for Paul McCartney to turn 64? Bonne Fete Paul! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
zero Posted June 19, 2006 Report Share Posted June 19, 2006 That's gotta feel old, I mean he wrote it at a time that that meant really really old- now he's it. The plastic surgery helps, and I guess he's allowed to smoke herb again, that and the hair dye. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bouche Posted June 20, 2006 Author Report Share Posted June 20, 2006 i did think the same thing. when I was in grade five, there was a 25th anniversary for my grade school in Kingston. We buried a time capsule at the event that was to be opened in 25 years.I thought to myself that I would be 35 and to me at 10 that seemed really old and unreachable. I never forgot about that time capsule and I just found out that they are digging it up in October. I think that will be pretty neat.I may have put a Star Wars figure in there that I could sell on Ebay (among the other finds). I'm staking a claim on that capsule! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dr_Evil_Mouse Posted June 20, 2006 Report Share Posted June 20, 2006 Both of our girls have little time capsules they were given at their naming ceremonies, filled by friends and family, to be opened when they each reach 12. I can't wait to see what's in them again. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bouche Posted June 20, 2006 Author Report Share Posted June 20, 2006 When I get older losing my hair,Many years from now.Will you still be sending me a valentineBirthday greetings bottle of wine.If I'd been out till quarter to threeWould you lock the door,Will you still need me, will you still feed me,When I'm sixty-four.You'll be older too,And if you say the word,I could stay with you.I could be handy, mending a fuseWhen your lights have gone.You can knit a sweater by the firesideSunday mornings go for a ride,Doing the garden, digging the weeds,Who could ask for more.Will you still need me, will you still feed me,When I'm sixty-four.Every summer we can rent a cottage,In the Isle of Wight, if it's not too dearWe shall scrimp and saveGrandchildren on your kneeVera Chuck & DaveSend me a postcard, drop me a line,Stating point of viewIndicate precisely what you mean to sayYours sincerely, wasting awayGive me your answer, fill in a formMine for evermoreWill you still need me, will you still feed me,When I'm sixty-four. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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