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They were right on the tip of her tongue
Things she needed to say to him
Perhaps she left them, where they were young
Back in the days when life was a whim
She’s different now, not so perfect
She wonders how it might have been
If he had looked beyond the face
To find the beauty that lied within
The years have passed, and she’s grown old
He’s been gone now, quite some time
How sad the bitter memories remain
Of a girl, now past her prime
©Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
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Aww… 😦
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It’s the age thing…creeping up on me
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Never! You’re still sweet 16, just like me. 😉
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21…I want to be able to drink LOL
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Lol… ok then, 21… who’s buying the rounds tonight? 🍻🍷🍸🍹
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🍻🥂🍷🥃🍹that enough? lol
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I don’t know… is it? Lol… 😋
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Probably not 😆
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Lmao…. 😂
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It’s Happy Hour every hour!! 🍷
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🍺🍻🥂🍷🥃🍸🍾🍺🍻🥂🍷🥃🍸🍹🍾🍺🍻🥂🍷🥃🍸🍹🍾 There, that oughta do it! Lol… 😉
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Omg 😂😂😂😂😂😂
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Lol… guess we won’t need Benadryl. 😉
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This is beautiful 😃💛
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I’m obsessing…age is creeping up on me. thank you, my friend ❤
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Oh, I love this ❤️
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Thank you! I’m obsessing a bit about the age thing ❤
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Lol! I’m getting better at enjoying it.
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Is there a secret? I have two weeks until my BD and for the first time I’m actually dreading it.
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Oh no! Don’t dread it – celebrate that event. You earned every damn year!
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💃🕺
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That’s what I’m talking about 💃🏻🕺🏻
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😆
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