To-day is the 29th anniversary of my being born a day late. Although I'm not as far ahead in life at this age as years ago I thought I should be, I have the consolations, at least, that I still have no grey hairs, no sign of male-pattern baldness, no crow's feet, no ripening jowls nor dewlaps, no sagging paunch, and all my natural teeth, riddled
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