It's no use pulling that hair, dear girl,
it will never curl,
the way you want it, though it's been processed.
Me? Never that problem, I was born with
luxuriant curls. They flow down like honey
glistening as they catch the sun's eye.
No amount of blusher is going to bring out
those cheeks, dear girl.
You are about as flat as flowers,
pressed closely between 2 heaving
books. You'll only look like a dowdy clown,
the one we laugh at when she frowns - though I guess
it takes skills to choose the right blusher tone
to match your troubled skin's glow.
Petal P. Rose (giggling)
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