Guess they have arrived
Sags, bags and wrinkles that is
None there yesterday
Dead as a doornail
I never saw a doornail
At least a dead one
Showered tonight
Smell like apples and peaches
Want to bake a pie
The Fountain of Youth?
I rid my house of mirrors
Without them, I’m young
Please! Release my words
I need a ‘enry ‘iggins
Before it’s too late
So it’s come to this
My lost, lonely libido
Here’s to vibrators
Jan Chapman
November, 2012
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