There she stood with long blond hair
Her bright white smile
Her vacant stare
Silicone and spray tan everywhere
She didn't even say hello
Too many syllables for her to know
Her clothes vibrant pink and pastel hues
Her shirt hardly covering this store bought boobs
Right now her good looks are a crime
But everyone falls victim to passing time
Her hair will gray
Her smiled will dim
But her stare will always stay the same
It really is a crying shame
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