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WRINKLE FREE
She tried to take it with grace,
Admit that she was aging,
Though new wrinkles on her face
Silently had her raging.
Facelift was too radical -
Her friends sure wouldn’t be fooled.
Side effects weren’t practical -
When friend Sue ate soup, she drooled.
Dermatologists, no way!
They’d not get their blades on her.
Health insurance doesn’t pay,
And that sure serves to deter.
But day by day they deepened,
Those furrows on cheeks and jaw.
She felt thick makeup cheapened,
Like prostitutes that she saw.
She hankered to look younger,
Especially when at work.
She envied girls among her,
Unaware old age did lurk.
At last she found the answer,
Wrinkles would disappear,
Young men would romance her,
Her skin would be tight and clear.
She changed her hairdo that night -
She’d wear her locks in a bun.
And she pulled it back so tight,
Not a wrinkle, no, not one!
~RICKMACK~ (jotoma@bellsouth.net)
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2003
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