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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=584918" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Younger Years</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ninety Eight pounds soaking wet, <br>A Pirates treasure in a blouse, a true sunken chest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Legs that seemed to have no beginning or end, <br>Uglyness viewed, she hadn't a friend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cinderella for Mom, Tom Boy for Dad, <br>Left to herself, of feelings alone and sad.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Abused by men that she loved beyond words, <br>Run away child, with her youths stollen years.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No one to talk to, back in those days, <br>Who would have believed, what this little girl would say? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wasn't something you spread to neighbors or friends, <br>Just kept it all inside, <br>Where childrens pain have no end.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mothers mid-life crisis she bore, <br>She did all of Mom's work, she did all her chores.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Scrubbing and cleaning, cooking and such, <br>No childhood memories, just a little girl out of touch.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pretty girl hoped one day soon to be, <br>That was never a thought of hers, <br>Always told, 'Your as ugly as they'd ever seen! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Zits on her face, spreading and ready too pop! <br>She prayed, 'All that's Holy, when will this ever stop? '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then one day as if none of this was, <br>A butterfly emerged, from lifes' pain that was caused.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Slender of body, and long silky brown hair, <br>Blue green of eyes, and large breasts did appear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her smile as bright, as the sun shine of day, <br>Skin clear with rose of cheeks, all flaws gone away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She now looks in her mirror, but still is dark of her view, <br>Growing pains and her scars, still remain as if new.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Linda+Winchell">Linda Winchell</a><div class=q>
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A Pirates treasure in a blouse, a true sunken chest.

Legs that seemed to have no beginning or end, 
Uglyness viewed, she hadn't a friend.

Cinderella for Mom, Tom Boy for Dad, 
Left to herself, of feelings alone ..."></div>
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