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I am not amused
Where did I get these grandma hands?
Yesterday I was sixteen
Driving my first car
A Ford I bought from Joey K
I blew the doors off it
My skin is mottled; I look like a distorted giraffe
One who is limping a little and needs a walker in the winter
When arthritis in his ankles flare up
When did my neck get these unsightly rings?
Yesterday I was nineteen, a newlywed,
A young mother,
Yesterday it was 1972
Time is a cruel trickster
Age is its sidekick
I am not amused
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Caren Krutsinger
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