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              WHEN I GROW UP


 


 
 




 





::: RAINz SIGz :::

                          Just took a look
                          Into my old
                          Autograph book.
                          My purpose to see
                          What I had wanted to be
                          At maturity

                          "Secretary, writer, model."

                          I did it!
                          Two out of three.

                          Not good enough for me.
                          Much better would be
                          All three.

                          So I shall paint my face
                          Quicken my pace
                          And race
                          To the nearest model agency.

                          And one day
                          A little boy will say,

                          There she is!
                          My Grandma,
                          The old lady
                          With the back that's bent
                          In the Yves Saint Laurent.


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