Her secret
Look at her
(A fish in commerce-net)
She's thirteen
Plucked are eyebrows
Lips are red; lipstick
And her face well-powdered
And her nails
And her hair dyed blue
And her chest to skirt
She's woman already
She's turned old so early
What is left for aging?
(To fulfill girlish game)
One thing's there
"Illegal" till eighteen
Satisfied; flirting.
It's legal.
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