Sunday, September 27, 2009

My Beauty

when I am old praise my beauty
make sure I wash my hair brush
my teeth dress myself in colors
don't let me fall apart too badly
or if I do remember me in better
days gone by are always present

when I am bony hold me in your
arms as if I were soft and spring
upon us warm me with your love
if I am cold don't be deceived if I
don't seem to care I have nought
else but human body tenderness

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