Old as Mold

Now that I am a run-down old dilapidated woman closing in on my 91st birthday, I wonder what is in store for me. I am now on my last leg and I only had two, to begin with.
My days are so exciting I can hardly wait for the next one. Do the laundry or unload the dishwasher. One is about as exciting as the other.
I get up and ask myself, why do I always dream I am looking for my car or my shoes. In my dreams, I never find either one. Sometimes I dream I'm driving my car and can't find the place I'm looking for. 
If it wasn't for those exciting dreams I wouldn't have any life at all.

This is short and sweet

and if you don't like it you can

smell my feet!

I'm the new Edgar Allan Poe

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