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Silver Threads

It used to be that silver threads amidst the former hairs of gold were felt by everyone to be a certain sign that we were old. Today we seniors have a chance to have an age-defying head, with thanks to Clairol color kits to keep our crowning glory red or black or brown or even blonde, and thick and bouncy, full and lush, to match our smooth unspotted skin made fresh with powder, lipstick, blush. We don’t give in to “arthuritis”, dealing on our own with pain. We meet with friends for lunch or tea and sport a gaudy painted cane. But some of us are just as happy with the looks our years impart. Gray or not, it doesn’t matter, ‘cause we’re young within our hearts.

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Date: 1/17/2025 1:29:00 AM
That’s so lovely Barbara, keep young and beautiful on the inside and one’s beauty will glow always on the outside… Beryl
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