Oh, those craters deeply marked
Up and down, they climb
Valleys to the peaks
So many and so close together
Fighting against all concoctions
Resisting the will of change
Spreading almost daily
So it seems to me
Long and short gashes
Crinkled like a starburst in places
Painful to the ego
Ladies help!
Pass more anti wrinkle cream please
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