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"It was my class reunion, and all through the house, I checked in each mirror and begged my poor spouse To say I looked great, that my chin wasn't double, And he lied through false teeth, just to stay out of trouble. Said that 'neath my thick glasses, my eyes hadn't changed, And I had the same figure, it was just a mite rearranged.He said my skin was still silky, although looser in drape, Not so much like smooth satin, but more like silk crepe..." The poem ends: "We turned up hearing aid volumes and dimmed down the light, Rolled back the years, and were young for the night." By Donna Presnell
