Wild Women of a Certain Age - by
My sisters, the time has come
/ to let your hair grow long and wild and grey,
/ to cast away the heated rollers…
My sisters, the time has come
/ to let your hair grow long and wild and grey,
/ to cast away the heated rollers…
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/ Just for the sake of recovering
/ I walked backward from fifty-six
/ Quick years of age wanting to see,
/ And managed not to trip…
Hot youth ever is a ranger,
/ New scenes ever its desire;
/ Cauld Eild, doubtfu’ o’ the stranger,
/ …
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