Blessings
Her teeth are false, her hair, a wig
Not sure about…., but they are big
Her eyes are real, save for the lash
I wonder what has made that crash
It’s probably those fingernails
Guess that’s your fate when concrete fails
I’d rather not know any more
Illusion’s better, that’s for sure
For smoke and mirrors have their fee
On top of that new hip and knee
When missing parts are on display
Well, save that for another day
When we get home on Friday nights
I always run to dim the lights
For in the dark where I can’t see
A blessing that sure is for me
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