T he Family. Margaret. I suppose I’m like a rose tha t has not bloomed completely. Funny things one’s nose It is a job to hide discreetly. That nasty little pimple It seems a dab of ointment Is really not that simple. And that is something to resent. I’ll try walking like the girl next door. I must... Sign in to see full entry.
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