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Twas a grand old crossing. Proudly it stood in all seasons.
As age does weary us so too with crossings. Splintering, weathering, all took a toll.
I knew how it felt when bits started to fall off.
Now it leans as do I.
It’s just a matter of time I’ve them say.
Til the morrow then. (275 characters)
Written for: https://katmyrman.com/2018/02/27/twittering-tales-73-27-february-2018/
Morpethroad 
lol like the analogy … surgeons remove my bits 🙂
It happens doesn’t it…
lol just part of the ageing process … the alternative is worse 🙂
yes no coming back from that one.
then just accept it gracefully 🙂
Hammer in a few new struts, give it a lick of paint and it would be almost as good as new. Pity we can’t do the same 😀
Oh…I can sooo relate. Just a matter of time! 🤔
Sad isn’t it ☹️
Yep. 😟
Your tale has a fine Victorian feel to it, nicely done.
Thank you so much.
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