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Jan 2013
Surgery, surely not?
Botox, why not stop the rot?
Either way, ageing is reversed,
Cuts, stitches and injections all the more,
Before we knock on Heaven's door,
Anything done for perfection,
Why you may ask yourself?
We all cry “Because we fear rejection!”
It's something we must do, we must, we must,
That is, before it's our time to turn to dust!!!

>>> Copyright MSE 02/01/2013 <<<
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