The Middle-aged Woman She strides through life, her head held high, A twinkle of wisdom in her eye. Wrinkles? Oh, those aren’t flaws, my dear, They’re laugh lines etched from joy and cheer. She knows her shade, her lipstick’s hue, No rookie smudge, she’s tried and true....This is a truncated preview of the original post. Press here to view the full post. Post Comment Receive notifications Add a comment...
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