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A poem about growing older |
| When she was young her long blonde hair shimmered like gold The color has turned to silver as she has grown old As a little girl her eyes were alive and bright Time changed them to have an understanding light A beautiful mouth, her smile turned every boys head Lines have appeared from all those smiles for words left unsaid Though the outer beauty of youth has passed on Her years have given her splendor far beyond |