There was once was a grown-up named Deetie
She felt like a kid, but turned thirty.
While not feeling much older
Her laugh lines betrayed her
Well, at least her small boobs are not saggy.
Friday, June 15, 2007
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I'm writing my dissertation on music in 17th century France. Yeah, that's right. How do you spell obscure?
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Oh, phooey, you don't have laugh lines. And, umm, there's a world of support out there for the inevitable other things. :-)
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