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May 2017
In hindsight, her veneers
Were not the best idea,
And nor did Botox help;
It turned her howls to yelps.

Her pretty, patterned claws
Looked weird on canine paws,
Just like her enhanced *******  
Beneath her furry chest.

Too late, she realized
Her need to be disguised
Was pointless all along;
She knew now she'd been wrong...
B H H Burns
Written by
B H H Burns  F/Norwich, UK
(F/Norwich, UK)   
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