The Pictures I See - Poem by Paul Prescott
I see those pictures now and then,
N I wonder would they ever,
How pretty they maybe
Do looks still count?
Do personalities matter?
What would you do if the make – up did shatter?
From what I see, they look absolute gorgeous,
To their eyes, to their legs,
They just look really, really gorgeous
Cute they maybe,
Sometimes I wonder if they take them for show,
Or just take them because they might never know
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