Growing Old: Make-up

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Thursday, March 4, 2010

Make-up

When at the mirror I do my face The flaws no longer will erase. First comes the basic base Then foundation is the case. I do my eyes and also brows A little blush as time allows. And hope, as I put on my blouse, Curiosity I won't arouse. Sign in to see full entry.

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When I was young I had no care I had no wrinkles and lots of hair. Who thought then, that just as men, Ladies hair, too, can get real thin. Who would think when in their twenties, With hair like copper, just like pennies... When life's passed by and nearly through, They'd see your pic, and say, "that's YOU?" I have heard that a guy named Link Told folks that growing old does stink. This he said, Misters and Misses, "Growing old'w just not for sissies."

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