The Railroad Coach and My Grandpa

Two men were sharing a seat on a railroad coach. One of them was eighty-one years old, gentle reader. Let me tell a little bit about him if I may. His eyes were keen and He displayed a vigor in his every movement. "I envy your vigor," said the other man.  "What is the secret of your vitality?" Well gentle reader, laughing, the octogenarian said, "I'm living on the a well invested youth!"

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"MY grandpa was a nice old man,

his name was grandpa Green.

Of all the Grandpa's on this earth

he was the niceness I had ever seen.

His hair was grey and his eyes were blue

those a both nice colors, I think, Don't you"