Minerva A. Garcia
As we age,
We look into the mirror and agree upon
"We are lovable creatures in the nudes." Golden and silverfish too and leaping Paper Frogs,
All seem to be with heavy years,
Our nostalgia increases with time,
And all that remains are shadows of youths. All must to an end,
Except for my Paper Frog
For has no heart. He knows no deense,
He is never offended,
For he never knew a friend.
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