Her gown turns from purple to pasty white
And the bounce in her walk fades over time
The pigtails in her hair she no longer tied
And she is now characterized by contrite.
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Author:
NinjaGirl (
Offline) - Published: January 12th, 2026 16:49
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Comments1
How time takes its toll and wears on us all. A nicely written poem
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