Glory Days FadeA Poem by BrittenyPerfect in everyway Looks always stay Or so they do say What happens when you lose your curl? Or that effortless swirl Becomes a twirl You gain weight Become a wrinkled state Of matted hair and raw hate A middle aged mother of two With a reality cheak so blue This is no place for you Instead find happiness felt And emotions well delt Sadness is then sure to melt © 2008 BrittenyAuthor's Note
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Added on October 3, 2008 AuthorBrittenynever ending winter and snow....middle of blizzard nowwhere, OHAboutMy name is Britteny I am 30 years wise and I am finally back on writer's cafe! I have been a member of Writer's Cafe for somewhere around 12 odd years now. I am finally after a long disappearance p.. more..Writing
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