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WHEN I GROW UP
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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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WHEN I GROW UP
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