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Rouge
at right angles to beauty,
geometry's not my friend,
full reservoirs of make-up
my proportions won't mend
other girls seem so pretty
my torso's a basket case
lobster nose, carrot hair,
mirrors crack at my face
I dream of drastic surgery
features lissom and new
Romeos on my doorstep
aftershaves in a queue
each day flushed torture
in a self-consc...
Saturday 8th May 2021 11:08 am
The Specialist
You didn't argue with him
Registrars quailed and more than one
Seasoned sister had fled in tears while
He was loaded, a
Private practice financing
Mansion, country cottage, horses, boat
All the trappings
A pretty if fading wife who'd put up
With a lot.
He was in his prime.
Then that bloody virus hit and he was
King no more
Elective surgery on hold
The normal ...
Friday 15th May 2020 11:44 am
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