Wrinkle me this?

You sneak upon me, in the dead of night When I’m not looking, you give me such a fright when in the mirror I peak, you are winking at me, I think And you continue to sneak as I scrub and cream I am losing the battle, OMG is that a wattle? my face, and myContinue reading “Wrinkle me this?”

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