she had fried her face

Lee had fried her face
She had fried her hair
Sitting in the sun
Outside her beachfront lair

She was all spotted now
Her skin was mottled and wrinkled.
Her face was splotchy like a cow
Her neck was hard and crinkled

You fried your face!
You fried your hair!
This was said by her sister.
Lee replied “I don’t care!”
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