Who remembers?
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Pretty as a pic
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I remember that night
When I was six
Curlers tightly set
My head hurt a bit
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Sleeping very soundly
When I woke with a fright
I cried “Mom my curlers!”
They’re pinching me tonight”
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With a hop skip and jump
She came right to my aid
“We must suffer to be beautiful”
Her soothing voice did say
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She put some Ponds cold cream
Into the palms of my little hands
We rubbed our hands together
It helped me forget
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Never mind the mere pinches
That danced upon my head
I was thinking about tomorrow
I’d be beautiful by then
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Kelly S Griswold